"Ah?"
His eyes opened, finding himself staring up at a plain-white ceiling with the hum of fluorescent lights greeting his ears. On the bed, he sat up, looking around with a hint of confusion stirring his head.
A glance down at his body revealed the abundance of bandages that were neatly wrapped around him. From what he could tell, he felt fine, though judging by the fact he was sitting in a medical ward, he could still recall his wounds.
"How're you feeling?"
The voice came from his right, catching him off-guard as he found a man in the suit sitting in a chair by the bed. By the open curtains of the window with a view of the sunny day outside, the dark-haired, tired man sat, resting his arm on the sill.
"Director?" Seven said, rubbing his head as he looked down briefly. "I guess…I'm alright, just–my head is a bit foggy."
