Sirius came to, his eyes slowly fluttering open. His deep purple iridescent gaze shifted around the room as he tried to orient himself. "Am I in a hospital?" he thought, his mind still foggy.
The walls around him were a dull shade of white, or maybe cream—he couldn't really tell. The room was stark but functional, with an adjustable bed at its center. The steady beeping of a heart monitor broke the silence, a constant reminder that he was still alive. An IV drip hung beside him, its tube snaking into his arm. A small overbed table sat within his reach, though he doubted he had the strength to reach for the glass of water sitting atop it.
