Alex woke up to the sound of a beeping machine and a blinding bright light that made his eyes throb with a pain so intense that he started to tear up. The brightness cut through his vision harshly, forcing his eyes shut almost immediately as his brows pulled together in discomfort, his lashes dampening from the reflex tears that gathered without permission.
He could hear Familiar voices.
The deep, controlled tones of the brothers layered with Pryde's unmistakably animated, high-pitched commentary, but everything sounded distant, muffled, like he was underwater trying to listen to a conversation happening above the surface. Their words didn't register at all they blended into a dull hum that circled his consciousness while he struggled to gather himself.
