Dark.
Darkness was the first thing Li Xinyuan noticed as he rose to wakefulness, his face a pallid canvas in the dark of the tent. His eyelids fluttered a few times, eyes struggling to adjust to the absence of light .
He moved, a groan leaving his lips as a throbbing ache pounded inside his skull, right against his forehead in full force. It hurt so much.
The surgeon's hand flew to his head, a hiss breaking through his clenched teeth. He struggled to sit upright, free hand clenched on the rickety sheet of the bed he was laid upon. Huh, where was this?
His body screamed, senses fighting a losing battle to escape his flesh vessel. The back of his right eye throbbed, pulsing hot in their sockets, the heat was burning itself into the area around his eyes. Unpleasant, extremely unpleasant.
