My eyes open blearily, and I find myself staring at a white ceiling.

It’s not familiar, but the scents of this place are oddly so.

The lights are dim, and I look around slowly. My whole body feels bruised, and I can hear a soft sound coming from a corner. Head aching, everything hurting, I turn my head and see a child.

The soft sound is silent crying.

“H-Hey,” I try to call out, but my voice is hoarse.

However, he hears me and looks up.

His eyes are swollen and red.

I try to ...