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“He’s waking up…” There was something on his face, something was smothering him. He reached up to pull it away, feeling the weight and movement of the tubes that dangled from his hand. Before he could remove it, a hand caught his wrist, pinning it back down. Another hand holding a light was suddenly above him, shining the beam directly into his eyes. He heard words, he presumed they were English, but he couldn’t understand them. It was like listening to a radio station that wasn’t coming in right, only it was a rushing noise, and not static, that was drowning them out. He wanted to talk to the figures aro