Hiroshi shivered as he opened his eyes. He was burning up but chill which came with headache and pain all over his being accompanied by it. He groaned looking at the constantly flickering orange bulb hanging down from the concrete ceiling directly above his head.
At least they were humane enough to give him a bed and a blanket. The smell of disinfectant and the feeling of his leg wrapped in a bandage told him they had treated the wound.
He carefully pushed the blanket away from his body and sat up. He avoided opening the wound on his leg or pulling at the IV on his hand. He looked around the spacious, concrete room, which felt like a box, and flinched when his feet touched the cold, bare, smooth concrete floor.
It was so cold he wanted so badly to curl back into the warmth of the blanket that although not as thick as the one he had at home, it was still better than none and provided much-needed warmth. However, he had to use the restroom urgently.
