Cassian groaned.
His throat felt dry, his head heavy, and everything around him was spinning—like he had been tossed through a storm and dragged halfway back again. His body ached in strange places, and his limbs felt oddly light, like they didn't belong to him.
What the hell happened…?
He blinked slowly, his vision blurred and flickering between dark shadows and soft light. He could feel warmth under him, something like velvet cushions beneath his back. But his mind was foggy—everything felt like a half-forgotten dream.
He sat up with a low grunt and immediately regretted it.
A sharp wave of dizziness hit him, making him grip his forehead tightly.
"Ugh… my head…"
And just as he was about to fall back onto the pillows, a cheerful, high-pitched voice rang out beside him.
"Ah! You're awake! Do you want some water?"
Cassian's eyes snapped open.
His head turned sharply—and what he saw made him jerk so hard he almost fell off the bed.
"W-What the—?!"
He nearly screamed.
