Darkness.
That was the first thing the Asset registered.
Darkness.
The next was the sounds.
Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
Heart monitor.
Beep...
Was he back at the compound?
Beep...
"Let me--"
Beep...
Voices.
Beep...
No.
Beep...
He wasn't back at the compound.
Beep...
It smelled clean.
Beep...
A hospital.
Beep...
He was in hospital.
Beep...
"Please--"
Beep...
Arguing.
Hiss--
Pain.
Beep...
"Sir--"
Beep...
Calm. Collected. Impersonal.
Beep...
"I need to--"
Beep...
Hiss--
Pain.
Desperate.
Beep...
The Asset struggled to hear more.
Beep...
"Plea-e, I nee- o see hi--!"
Beep...
Shaky. Tight. Painful.
Beep...
Hiss--
Pain.
Darkness overtook him.
~*~
Beep...
Silence.
Beep...
The shuffle of clothes.
Beep...
The creak of a chair.
Beep...
Pressure beside him.
Beep...
More shuffling. More pressurized areas.
Beep...
Someone held his hand.
Beep...
The real one.
Beep...
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