Nathan's POV
The first thing I felt was a searing headache, which made me release a loud groan.
"He's waking up." I heard the familiar high-pitched voice of my mom, but it was so far away.
I forced my eyes open, and the first thing that came into my sight was the bright white light of the hospital. And God, I hate bright lights. I groaned in displeasure and closed my eyes again.
"Switch off the bright lights," I overheard the voice of my father. He knew I hated bright lights.
Slowly, I opened my eyes again, and the room was okay now with just the afternoon sun reflecting through the window.
"Son… are you okay?" I heard the panicked voice of my mother, and it seemed she wanted to approach me, but another voice stopped her.
"Please wait, Luna… he has to gradually put himself and his memories together by himself with no interruption."
I believe those words stopped my mother from approaching.
