Bologue could feel his consciousness awakening from the darkness, but this time, after his mind stabilized, he didn't open his eyes immediately. Instead, he allowed himself a small moment of anticipation.
This might sound a bit boring, but in Bologue's daily life, this was one of the few pleasures.
He first opened his eyes a sliver. In his blurry vision, the light seemed a bit dim. Bologue surmised that he might have been unconscious for some time and the sky had grown dark again. It's also possible that he was lying in some enclosed room.
His nose twitched slightly as he sniffed hard. Bologue didn't detect the smell of disinfectant, only a familiar aroma of alcohol.
It was time to solve the mystery.
He fully opened his eyes, and what came into view was not the familiar gray-white ceiling of a hospital ward, but a luxurious ceiling. Even though the light was dim, Bologue could still make out the expensive oil paintings hanging on the walls.
