Tobias's POVThe scent of bacon greets me first, with awareness following slowly behind it.My body feels less raw than it did before I fell asleep, but it is still far too sensitive, and I wince as I shift beneath the sheet. The fabric against my bare legs feels rough enough to scrape skin. When I try to open my eyes, my eyelids feel stiff and gritty, almost welded shut, and it takes more effort than it should to force them apart.I breathe in again, deeper this time, and the smell of bacon and eggs reaches me properly. Coffee too, rich and bitter beneath the salt and grease, and orange juice, sharp and sweet. My stomach growls so loudly it almost startles me, but thirst is worse. My throat feels dry and scratched raw, like I have been breathing dust for days, and my tongue sticks unpleasantly to the roof of my mouth.I blink into the dim room, squinting against the low light even though it is not bright. A soft strip of illumination runs around the cornice at the top of the walls, a
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