Aftermath Of The Massacre [2]

"…Hmmm"

Waking up to the pungent smell of alcohol, covered in bandages, Aric eyelids slowly opened.

"Khh…"

Looking up at the white ceiling illuminated by a white fluorescent light, Aric felt a throbbing sensation on his right temple causing his face to crump up.

After a couple of seconds, and after the pain passed away, trying to sit up straight, Aric suddenly felt a sharp pain coursing through his body almost resulting in his screaming.

-Pomf!

In the end, he could only helplessly lay down on the white hospital mattress. Once again staring at the white ceiling above him, Aric truly felt helpless.

Everything felt like a blur to him. Fragmented memories of what had happened before waking up here appeared in his mind.

The images of him almost dying at the hands of Tony constantly replayed in his mind.

…it was only after a couple of seconds that Aric fully understood what had happened.