Frozen In Time

05

Pain. All that Scott is aware of is pain when he finally starts coming to. He doesn't even know where the pain is, and he also feels really groggy. His body feels like lead and he never wants to get up or open his eyes again, content to just lie on whatever it is that he is lying on. It feels like a bed, and something like a blanket is draped over him. He hears a funny humming noise from beside him, and a warm wind washing over him, feeling like relief to his body, which is still numb with coldness. There are things lying on his chest as well, allowing more heat to radiate across Scott's body. Scott frowns a little, wondering what the hell happened, his memory foggy and unclear. It's like he's waking up for the first time in a thousand years, yet he still feels tired, like could fall back asleep for another thousand years.

Scott tries to listen in to his surroundings a bit more, to see if that will give him more of a clue. Aside from the weird humming from beside him, all Scott can hear is the shuffling of paper and the scratching of a pen from somewhere nearby. Yeah, the sounds around him aren't helping Scott figure anything out at all. After a bit of a mental debate, Scott starts to open his eyes, which feel super heavy and are hard to open. Scott immediately winces as the harsh white light hits his eyes and he immediately closes them again, still able to see the light through his closed eyelids, in some sort of dull, faded way, the pain definitely still there. Scott starts moving his hands a little, gripping the blanket tightly, the fabric curling around his fingers. Scott takes a deep breath and opens his eyes again, prepared for the painful light this time. Scott moves his head to the side, blinking rapidly, not used to all of this light, but sees someone working at a desk not so far away from him, furiously scrawling something onto a piece of paper, unaware of Scott's new movements.

All Scott can see of the person apart from their clothes is a messy head of brown hair, that seems to stick out at every upward angle, signalling to Scott that this person obviously has been here a long time and hasn't really had time to clean and freshen themselves up. That, or his hair is this unruly all the time. Scott groans as the pain in his head increases. At least Scott can locate the pain now, but this headache is definitely the worst one that he's ever had. It's almost as if his brain has been fried or something. Scott isn't ruling that option out at the moment, because he is extremely confused and has no idea where he is or why he's here or what the hell is even going on. Scott starts to sit up though, water bottles rolling off his bare stomach, and he moves a hand to his hand, uselessly hoping that it'll help take the pain away, but of course it doesn't.

However, the man that was working at the desk seems to gasp and stand up immediately as he hears Scott's groaning and moving into a sitting position. Scott watches blearily as the man spins around, and almost falls over in his haste, but he manages to grab onto his desk. He stares at Scott with wide eyes, and his pale skin seems to grow slightly more pale. Scott takes a moment to note the man's appearance. He looks roughly around the same age as Scott, almost the same height, slightly more slender build, moles decorating the side of his face and neck, pale pink lips, and a pair of warm whiskey colored eyes staring at Scott in shock, almost bulging in their sockets. The man lets out a laugh that is mixed with relief and disbelief.

"Wow, you're alive, and you're actually awake!" The man comments in excitement as he starts to rush forward, almost tripping over his own feet, the shock quickly fading away from his face. He kneels down in front of Scott and examines him closely, and Scott suddenly feels very self conscious, his face burning hot, and he really wishes he could have a shirt on right now.

"Uh... Yeah?" Scott replies, his voice sounding hoarse and raspy, like he hasn't used it in years. His throat hurts when he speaks too. The man in front of him makes another noise of disbelief before he places a hand to Scott's head, feeling his temperature.

"How are you... How are you feeling?" The man in front of Scott asks breathlessly, the excited and slightly goofy smile continuing to stay on the man's face.