WHISPERINGS OF THE UNKNOWN. Pt 2.

Chapter: 21

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Logan stirred from sleep with a groan, the noise reverberating down into his soul like a dull thud. He blinked open his eyes in the dim room, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling. His mouth tasted stale and dry, and he felt oddly lethargic. It was as if his muscles were stiff and unwilling to respond to his commands, even when they wanted to. The feeling made him vaguely uncomfortable. Logan tried to roll away from it, but his limbs were still too numb, so he let himself slump back onto the soft mattress instead. He stared into the darkness of the room, trying to work out where he was and what had happened.

He didn't remember... anything? Logan wasn't sure he would have been able to recall with his current situation. Was it even daytime? How long had he been asleep? Had he overslept? It seemed like a distinct possibility. He turned to the clock on the table next to him, which read 7:32 pm, indicating that he had slept for about twelve hours. But how? He pushed the c