Darkness.
It is what Daime sees the first time he opens his eyes. He tries moving eyes but they are somewhat glues or there is another person in the room that are covering them with their hands.
Usually, if someone is covering his eyes, he will feel their skin or their hands. But lifting his hand towards his eyes, Daime didn't feel anything.
He is also sure that he didn't see his hand. Is his eyes really open or it is covered and the thing that he is seeing is just an illusion of his mind.
Daime tries to move his head from left to right to see if someone is indeed holding him down. But there is none.
Whatever is happening with Daime is making him curious.
He inhales a deep sigh and tries to move his hands and fingers to feel whether they are still there or not.
He tries making a fist, clenching his hands as they turn white and feels the lift of his shoulder against his naked shoulder blade.