When Jason awoke, he was greeted by the soft hum of machinery and a familiar ceiling. He was back in the medical ward near the captain's quarters.
He was incredibly dazed. His memories were fragmented and shattered; for a terrifying second, he couldn't even remember his own name or how he'd been knocked out. His ingrained combat instincts kicked in, forcing his heavy eyes to scan the room. It was a safe environment. An IV dripped into the back of his hand, and biometric sensors were plastered across his chest and temples, monitoring his vitals and brainwaves.
Jason stared blankly. The familiar surroundings offered a sense of warmth and security, but the fog in his mind refused to clear. He furrowed his brow, pushing hard to recall what had happened, but his subconscious was still boiling over with residual threat-responses, keeping his heart rate erratic.
