Something grabbed Raizen.
His body didn't respond. His mind registered the pressure - hands on his shoulders, fingers shaking him - but it was like hearing a sound through deep water. Muffled. Distant.
He tried to open his eyes, but they wouldn't move.
The shaking got harder. Violent, almost. His head lolled sideways against the mattress and something flared in his chest - not pain, exactly, but a sick, heavy feeling. Like his organs had been filled with wet sand.
"Move." Raizen thought.
He couldn't. The hands kept shaking him. Rough. Desperate.
"Open your eyes."
He couldn't do that either. After a few seconds of struggling, he managed to get a short, dark glimpse, between his eyelashes
He saw a dark shape - close, leaning over him, smaller than an adult. His thoughts came in broken fragments. Drugged. I took the antidote. Why does everything -
No.
Something was wrong.
