Kirk's silver eyes darted around the room, taking in his surroundings with an unnerving intensity. His nostrils flared as he inhaled, processing the scents around him. When he spoke, his voice was rough and strained.
"Water... I need water."
Jazz fetched a glass of water while Paul and Leah helped Kirk sit up. He gulped down the water when Jazz handed it to him, droplets spilling down his chin. As he drank, the silver glow in his eyes faded, returning to their normal color.
"How do you feel?" Paul asked, still supporting Kirk's back.
Kirk lowered the empty glass, his brow furrowed in concentration. "I feel... different. Reborn, almost. It's like all my senses have been dialed up to eleven. I can hear your heartbeats, smell the fear lingering in the air, see dust motes dancing in the sunlight."
He swung his legs over the edge of the table, testing his balance. "Everything's so clear, so vivid. It's overwhelming."
Jazz exchanged a glance with Paul. "Kirk, do you remember what happened?"
