Hendrix POV
I'm pulled out of the darkness with a thump. A big thump that won't go away, it consistently wages war with me in my head. What is going on? What's doing that?
When I try to sit up, a groan splits the air. It was involuntary. I can't help it, I feel like I've been hit by a truck.
Staring around the room, my heart sinks in my chest. I don't know where I am. The dark walls, the curtained windows. I'm sick to my stomach, and terrified. I take a deep breath to try and calm myself down, try and think, and then familiar scent greets me.
Just when I'm about to call out for him, he walks right through the door.
"You're finally awake. I thought you might be dead." Cedric says, a bit too gruffly, putting a bottle of Advil and a glass of water on the nightstand. I'm relieved I'm in his place instead of some random stranger.
It's still unsettling to wake up somewhere and have no idea how I got here.