The first emotion he feels is surprise. Surprise that he's still alive, that he suddenly cares about that, at least a little bit. It was all... a haze. Several days passed, it seems, and he's in a bed, and there's a—tube? In his throat? Wow this actually hurts a bit. Also an access connected to a vein in his left arm. And... beeping monitors?

He can't really... remember... what happened. He wasn't asleep, not throughout. He was asleep a lot, definitely more than eight hours a day, but not all the time.

Except he just can't remember. He was awake, but he wasn't there. There wasn't anything it was like to be him. The lights were on but no one was home.

...his back is sore.

He stirs.