White ceilings.
They stared back at Kael as he lay wide awake, his mind in turmoil. He had been looking at them for a while, about thirty minutes yet he still couldn't make sense of his situation.
"My head hurts so bad…" he muttered, his hand already moving to massage his temples.
For the past half hour, the pounding in his skull had been one of many things occupying his thoughts along with something far more troubling.
Where was he?
One moment, he had been with his stepsister, trying to explain how he had supposedly been cursed with heart cancer at a young age. The next, he was here, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling.
Not that the ceiling itself was the problem. Hospitals had white ceilings too. But the smell…
Hospitals carried that distinct scent, a mixture of antiseptic, medicine, sweat, and blood that always lingered in the air. But here? None of it.
Rising from his position, he rested his back against the bed frame, unease creeping in.
