Ryker jerks awake, gasping for air, with beads of sweats rolling down his neck. He could not breathe at all and immediately he tries to suck in a deep breath, he begins coughing up globs of black blood, the muscle in his throat contracting painfully.
"Easy, easy," The female doctor quickly gets up from her seat and fetches Ryker a glass of water, she puts a straw and takes it to him.
Ryker was breathing raggedly, frantically, his eyes struggling to stay open. His entire body was sparking with jittery pain as he is finding it difficult to remember himself, his eyes color keeps shifting from blue to red, his claws pulling in and out of his fingertips.
He keeps seeing pictures, images of events, from his childhood moments to his happiest moments, to his saddest moments and to the dreadful moments of the accident. They kept replaying over and over again like a hypnosis, until it was drowning out and becoming a distant memory.
