“Wakey, Wakey Alex”
Alex bolted upright. His breathing hitched. He knew that voice.
Frederick stood across the bed, hands clasped behind his back.
Stabbing pain clawed into his side like knives carving through his skin, deep into his muscles -- Hot and sharp.
He gasped for air— cold, **intangible** — as he fell back.
The light stung his eyes.
“Now, now. We don’t want to burst open those...