How long had passed?
A few days? A couple of weeks, months? Huey didn't know.
Here, time seemed irrelevant.
His eyes were spread wide open, forced to stare at a burning radiance of light that hovered above him. The piercing rays stung his unfocused eyes but there was nothing he could do about it.
This was about one of those rare times he regained a minor sense of awareness and very mild clarity.
All he recognised, barely, was staring at bright lamp that was hung above his face. The light of the lamp was unusually bright.
Perhaps he was hallucinatimg it, like every other things, or maybe it was as a result of the overstimulated effect of the drugs they kept pumping into his blood stream over the last couple of weeks.
Even if the overwhelmingly bright lamp hurt his eyes, there was nothing he could do about. Its rays pierced deeply, seemingly thrusting through to his mind and brain, and rousing his dulled senses more and more.