Adam's eyes snapped open, the memory of the breakthrough still echoing through his body. The pressure was gone, but the strength remained, dense and controlled beneath his skin. A white ceiling stretched above him as cold air filled his lungs.
Something felt wrong.
He shifted slightly, and resistance pulled at his body. Tubes ran from his arms and chest into a humming device beside the bed, while another line was forced down his throat. His instincts kicked in immediately and Adam yanked the tube out.
A harsh cough tore through him as his body reacted, his chest tightening for a brief second. The weakness was there, but it felt distant, almost irrelevant compared to the surge of power still stabilizing inside him.
His breathing steadied quickly.
He glanced around, taking in the room with sharp, focused eyes. Clean walls, multiple beds, medical equipment, it was clearly a ward. The air smelled sterile, quiet except for the faint hum of machines.
Then his gaze shifted right.
