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The lighting here was different than what he was used to. Each time he'd open his eyes--only seconds a time for what felt like years--things were bathed in a blue, soothing light. And then the darkness would claim him again before he could wonder where the hell he was.
The darkness brought forth images. Images of blood, pain. Feelings of fear and the overwhelming sense that he'd somehow disappointed everyone he'd ever loved.
But then the light returned again, for longer periods of time. Moments. Then hours. And with the return of the light brought pain so deep it hurt to breathe. Everything hurt. His chest, his hand, his stomach, his head. Everything hurt and it wasn't long before he wanted the darkness to take over once more.
And when it did, this time there were other images. The Watchtower. His parents' mansion. The island he'd been trapped on for so long. People followed the places. Chloe, Mia, Tess, Clark, Lois, the League. And this time the pain wasn't physical.
Until he struggled to sit up. And then the physical pain shot through him like white hot lightening striking his entire body--everywhere at once. A strangled cry escaped him.
And the darkness and light began to blend together.
He didn't see anyone else in the room, but he felt a presence and somehow knew he wasn't there alone.
More time passed. Days, weeks. Maybe even months.
Until one day he found himself able to sit up with very little pain. And slowly he rolled off the large, comfortable bed he'd occupied for so long and crept out of the room.
The darkness brought forth images. Images of blood, pain. Feelings of fear and the overwhelming sense that he'd somehow disappointed everyone he'd ever loved.
But then the light returned again, for longer periods of time. Moments. Then hours. And with the return of the light brought pain so deep it hurt to breathe. Everything hurt. His chest, his hand, his stomach, his head. Everything hurt and it wasn't long before he wanted the darkness to take over once more.
And when it did, this time there were other images. The Watchtower. His parents' mansion. The island he'd been trapped on for so long. People followed the places. Chloe, Mia, Tess, Clark, Lois, the League. And this time the pain wasn't physical.
Until he struggled to sit up. And then the physical pain shot through him like white hot lightening striking his entire body--everywhere at once. A strangled cry escaped him.
And the darkness and light began to blend together.
He didn't see anyone else in the room, but he felt a presence and somehow knew he wasn't there alone.
More time passed. Days, weeks. Maybe even months.
Until one day he found himself able to sit up with very little pain. And slowly he rolled off the large, comfortable bed he'd occupied for so long and crept out of the room.