Shen Yi woke up to the sound of soft whispers near him, and though his head felt heavy and his thoughts slow, his eyes slowly opened and stared up at the white ceiling above him, which looked nothing like the dark, cold place he last remembered. His body felt like it had been run over by a tractor, and the pain lingered beneath his skin as a dull ache, but he stayed still as confusion clouded his thoughts. For the last thing he remembered, was the burning pain when that man had cut through his skin with a hot knife.
And now, this ceiling?
He blinked slowly and wondered if he was dead, but just as his thoughts started to drift, a voice broke through, soft and broken, muttering the same words over and over, "I'm sorry… I'm really sorry… please forgive me", and when he turned his head to the side, he was stunned to see a face he never thought he'd see again.
