A Blur Of Pain And Darkness

Ezra woke up in a place that was both familiar and unsettlingly strange. The ceiling above him, the faint smell of mildew in the air, the dim light filtering through the cracked blinds.

It all brought back memories of a time he thought he had left behind. With a supreme effort, he raised himself to a sitting position, every movement sending waves of pain through his body.

His old Southside apartment. He had came here subconsciously. It still in a way, felt like home. He groaned in pain. The strength that usually surged within him was gone, leaving him feeling hollow and weak. Each breath he had to take was a struggle, his body aching with an intensity he had never felt before. He had no vitality left, and the lack of it made him acutely aware of his vulnerability.

I'm not dead! He mustered a smile as his hands ghosted over his body, searching for his phone. He had to call Gen and Olivia. After searching fruitlessly, he gave up.