The young man opens his eyes, only to have a bright light blind him. He groaned, and squinted in an attempt to look around. In a daze, he rolled his head to the right and saw the edge of a pillow. A few neurons fired in the haze of his mind. This wasn't where he fell asleep; he didn't even remember falling asleep.
With a bit of effort, the bewildered youth turned his head and gaze to the left. The glint of a polished metal pole caught his eye. He followed the glint to its apex, where he saw a plastic bag filled with liquid. More neurons fired. He blinked; his mind processed the situation.
Hospital. He must have been in a hospital. He tried to sit up, but his arms wouldn't lift him. His eyes wandered between his arms. Casts encased both limbs.
The youth heard the sound of a door opening, and a few sets of feet entering. A woman, a man, and a young girl appeared. The child chirped with joy and ran over to the bed. She buried her face in the youth's chest and cried tears of joy. She clung to him as if she would otherwise fall off the face of the planet. It was his sister.
The man smiled weakly; tears welled up in his eyes. "Son... don't ever scare us like that again."
The woman, immaculate in her white garb, said, "Welcome back, Jonathan. How are you feeling?"
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