Most people wouldn't like to be woken up to the sound of screeching strangers surrounding their bedside I think. I know I certainly didn't. The light didn't help at all either, I couldn't see anything going on, so I naturally went into fight or flight mode. I tried to thrash around, but I was so numb I could barely move a fingertip. The bright light slowly faded into a white room, and what seemed like dozens of people excitedly clapping their hands. I groaned, and rolled onto my side before a sharp pain in my back stopped me. All I could see were monitors, with numbers rolling across the screens. I blinked, and when I opened my eyes the people were gone, replaced by an old lady, a young one, and a middle aged man in a lab coat. The ladies were in tears, and the man seemed to be especially happy.
"Your wake-up has gone spectacularly Mr. Reynolds." the man said.
The young woman hugged me while the elder looked on in happiness.
"Where... where am I?" I asked.
The man leaned towards the women, and said "I told you there'd be an adjustment period."
"What the... hell is... going..."
And I drifted off again.
When I woke up, I felt renewed, like I had been reborn. I took greater stock of my surroundings, as it was my first opportunity to do so. Aside from the plethora of monitors surrounding my bedside, I saw a pristine marble countertop along the far wall, with a sink and a toilet sitting next to it. On the countertop was a single lavender flower. Clipped to the end of my bed was a camera, seemingly zoomed in on my face. The same man from earlier walked in, and with a grin, he leaned against the countertop.
"Do you know where you are, Mr. Reynolds?"
"Haven't a damn clue sir,"
"You've just woken up from Earth."
That gave me a start. What did he mean, "woken up from Earth?" The planet? My home?
"Your memories will come back soon enough Mr. Reynolds. But for now, enjoy your recovery, and when you're released you will be treated like a king."
And the man left, leaving me to ponder his words.
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