The monotone rhythm of beeping dragged him out of the darkness of unconsciousness. A sterile scent of disinfectant stung his nose, sharp and cold. Sean groaned, his throat dry, his mind sluggish. When his eyes finally fluttered open, a white ceiling greeted him, flat, endless, and unfamiliar.
He blinked several times, letting his eyes adjust to the harsh light above. The world gradually swam into focus. As he lowered his gaze, he noticed the white wall. When he shifted his eyes to the side, he saw metallic equipment beside him, and then he heard the faint hum of air circulation.
Suddenly, a voice broke the silence of the room, his voice was smooth, condescending, and unmistakably familiar. "You're finally awake."
