ADNAR'S POV
Everything hurt, and that was how I knew I was alive, because dead people did not hurt. They just stopped existing, and I definitely still existed, even though part of me wished I did not. The hospital room was too bright, and the fluorescent lights buzzed in a way that made my head pound worse than it already did. I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds each.
Voices drifted in and out around me, but I could not make out the words, just the low murmur of people talking somewhere nearby and the steady beep of machines that were probably monitoring my heart rate and blood pressure and whatever else hospitals monitored when someone got blown up. I tried to move my hand, but pain shot through my arm, so I stopped trying and just lay there breathing and trying to remember what happened.
