After a while he finally pried his eyelids open, and had to blink back the tears until his eyes could get adjusted to the room’s brightness. When he could look around, turning his head slowly against neck muscles that protested every movement, he could see he was in a large ward with many other men. All were lying still in their beds, covered by sheets and blankets, as he was. Everyone, himself included, was being fed intravenously from glucose bags hanging beside the beds.
His mind was still a little too fuzzy to count the other beds, but there were a lot of them. He was not an individual case, then, a single accident within the program. The army had thawed out most or all of the other volunteers as well. That did not speak well for the scientists behind Project Banknote; someone’s head
