Lucas opened his eyes, blinking against the unfamiliar brightness that surrounded him. Disoriented and groggy, he tried to make sense of his surroundings.
"Where am I?" he muttered, his voice echoing in the quiet room.
As his vision adjusted, Lucas took in the strange environment. The walls were adorned with intricate patterns, and the air carried a peculiar scent, unlike anything he remembered from his past. Panic set in as he realized he wasn't in the hospital bed he last remembered.
His mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of his current situation. The last memory he could grasp was lying in a hospital bed. Was this some kind of dream? His head throbbed as he attempted to stand, only to be met with a sharp pain that forced him back onto the bed.
