The first thing he notices is the lights.
Too bright.
Then the smell. He is Familiar with that, which almost makes him feel safe.
Day blinks slowly, his brain still addled with heaviness that is spread throughout his body. Someone moves, and he lowly tilts his head to look.
Three people, all white, clothed, and wearing masks.
With a soft sigh, he turns to look at the ceiling again. Not really a ceiling, it's a special containment, one he has been in when he was younger.
Ah, his heart must have been failing if they put him in the special bubble- he calls it that. He wonders if he will be forced to stay here, not touch or even be touched by anyone from outside.
One of the clothed people walks up to him and looks down. He can't tell if he is smiling or not, as Day blinks up, still heavily medicated.
