'Ugh my head…'
The first thing that returned to Kurt was his sense of smell. The scent in the air was cold of something sweet and familiar.
His eyelids felt like they had been stitched shut. When he finally opened his eye, the world was a blur of muted greys and deep shadows.
'Egh, my eyepatch is gone and... This isn't my room.' His mind slowly began to wake up from its drowsiness as it registered his surroundings.
The ceiling above him was layered with pristine black beams instead of the flat wooden texture of the hotel that he came to know, and the mattress beneath him was unnervingly soft, sinking around his weight as if to pull him in deeper.
He tried to shift his head but the still fading throb at the base of his skull warned him to stay still for just a while longer. From somewhere to his right, the steady, frantic drumming of rain lashed out against the windowpane.
