Mylo wakes up to the sound of a cat meowing on top of him. His eyelids are heavy as he blinks slowly, taking in the unfamiliar brown beam ceiling, with a white color ceiling fan turning at a low speed.
"Dew…?" Mylo shudders, his teeth chattering as he shivers from the chilling cold running through his entire body. At the same time he was sweating heavily, his skin clammy and sticky under the soft blanket covering him.
"Dew…?" Mylo calls out for his cat again, his voice small and patchy.
'Meow' The cat grumpily meows back a response, his silted pupils staring down at the owner intently.
Mylo tries to smile but a harsh sob breaks out of him instead as everything that has happened to him begins flooding back to his senses. He weeps bitterly, shivering involuntarily from the cold chills spreading through him. His muscles were feeling nothing but fatigue from exhaustion, his vision blurring from unshed tears.
