He stared at the ceiling, getting used to the brightness of everything. There was a strange, dull static in his ears, like he was underwater and a siren was going off above, but his vision was too sharp, and too clear for him to consider that it would be anything like a dream. It felt more like an alternate reality.
He belatedly realised that he was crying, face hot and tears burning into his skin, he wouldn’t stop.
It was unsettling how much he couldn’t control what was happening to him and he began to thrash around in panic, blinded by the colour, he squeezed his eyes shut, and felt fear creep into himself.
This didn’t feel right-
Then he was taken up by a pair of arms and gently laid in a blanket. The shock of the sudden shift choked him and he stopped crying for the first time and he breathed.
Sounds that cut through the static came from above him, and he stared, in an attempt to make out what they looked like.
He didn’t manage it.
A bottle was above him and he latched onto it, still not entirely in control of his actions, but less panicking and he slowly relaxed as the warmth of the milk(?) spread through his body.
The person(?) took the bottle away once it had been drained and burped him, then placed him back into the cradle.
He couldn’t help but fall asleep.
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