From the soft and cozy bedsheet, the utter familiarity made him revved up his mind for a little while if he got safely to his residence or was it all a dream at this point.
Against his skin was wrapped bandages and gauze on his limbs, at least what tangled at the moment.
To him, it wasn't full darkness as his eyes took the hit of the sun's brilliance from the side, his ears perked up from the sudden chirps and whispers of the wind that blew past him.
All he could do was groan.
'The hell with this… I feel like I got washed off the shore—' He then coughed aloud from the sudden contractions that bloomed his chest.
A shroud of pain bloomed throughout Elliot's limbs before coursing through his torso. Every time he tensed, his muscles would sear and then stabbed him with thousand needles at once; he couldn't help but curb within from how it turned out a chore as it would strike him again no less.
There, Elliot had a half-minute of immense torture.
