Sergei's body jolted awake, his eyes snapping open as instead of the fear thrumming situation he had been in, his eyes met the off white fabric of the tent above him.
His heart pounding, his pulse racing, Sergei lay stock still for a moment, gathering himself. He clenched his fingers on the fabric below him. On the sheets, on the thin but firm cot he was lying on. He took a moment to look around the tent he was in, forcing himself to realise he was in the moment.
He wasn't trapped in that fucking hell anymore.
Slowly, cautiously, he raised a hand and ran it over his face. He ignored how his hand was shaking as he did so, he checked to make sure he had all of his piercings. When he felt all of them, a part of him settled.
He didn't have piercings back then, and he thankfully hadn't torn any out while he was asleep. Small blessings, he supposed.
