@scarlctdeity
Wake up, Jack.
The command came from deep within him, less of a thought, but an instinct. The basal communication of a symbiote. His last clear memory became his first thought as consciousness returned; the roar of wind rushing past as he fell, unable, in his exhaustion, to exert any force on the empty space around him. Jack was prepared for an impact, yet none arrived. Quite the opposite, in fact. The bed he found himself lying in was a relative comfort, though overshadowed by the pain that permeated his body regardless.
His eyes took some moments to adjust to the light and with what little movement he could muster, observed his surroundings. He found himself somewhere unexpected. This was not the containment chamber for a new or injured hunter to stabilise in. It appeared to be a standard hospital room, albeit a somewhat advanced one. At that moment, Jack received his first visitor, and he learned that the lights in his room had not, in fact, been on. He turned his head away sharply and shut his eyes as they lit up.
“Can those stay off?”
