FIA
My eyes opened.
The ceiling above me was stone. Rough and gray, the same kind I'd seen in the cell where Athena and I had spoken. Except this was real. This was solid and cold, and it pressed down on me with the weight of centuries.
I tried to move and couldn't.
My wrists were bound to something metal. The surface beneath me was hard and freezing, and when I turned my head slightly, I saw restraints wrapped around my arms, my torso, my legs. All of it anchored to what looked like an examination table.
The kind you'd see in a morgue.
Pain radiated through my skull in waves. My nose throbbed with every heartbeat, sending fresh agony across my face. Blood had dried there, cracked and tight against my skin. My ribs ached when I breathed. My hip screamed in protest at even the smallest shift of weight.
Everything hurt.
But I was awake.
"Can you give me some drugs first?"
