Cold.
Why is it cold?
Ricky frowned as he felt the tiny hairs on his arms stood up. His eyes flickered open to meet the dark ceilings. He sat up quickly, only to wince while holding his throbbing head.
Why is he on a bed? Where is he? His shoulders stiffen at the realization that he is not in Japan. Or is he? Where is Ian? He remembers saying goodbye to his brothers, and entering into their private chopper. Everything after seemed blank.
“Did someone abduct me?” He wondered as he shivered when the chillness of the place hit him once more.
“Precisely.”
A voice spoke from the darkness and the next moment the room was lit up, blinding Ricky who put an arm over his eyes to block light.
“Look who has finally decided to wake up.”
Ricky froze at the voice that hit his ears. He knows it, even if it’s been years. He slowly removed his arms to greet the cold gray orbs which watched him in amusement.