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My eyelids fluttered open, and I slowly turned, my lips parting. I felt weak to the bone, and my body felt like it didn't quote belong to me anymore. I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was the sunset. The drapes were pulled apart, and the sun was setting into a pretty deep orange, immune to everything else. I let out a shaky breath, then turned to my right. This was most certainly not my bedroom. Certainly not the room I shared with Gray. It had plain colours and looked rather cold and formal, unlike the warmth of Gray's room. This felt like a complete stranger. My eyes roamed the room a little more, and I started to pick up on the clues. The sparse furnishing, the dull coloured drapes, the tubes in my hand, the bed... I was in a hospital. I turned to my right again, letting