@tinyxpunk said: " keep your eyes closed.
He doesn’t have much of an option right now but to keep his eyes closed, bright light behind his eyelids making it impossible to even squint. When he goes to place a hand in front of his eyes to shield himself from the invasive light source, he finds that he can’t. He finds that he’s bound down, held by straps around his wrists, elbows and biceps, holding him to the . . . table ? Bed ? He has no idea where he was, but he wasn’t about to wait much longer to find out.
He flexes, and yanks, and his right arm comes free. He tears away the chest and waist straps after that, and with some monumental amount of effort because something was wearing out his body he heaves himself upright, knocking aside whatever light was shining down at him and hitting him square in his face. He blinks rapidly, ignoring blatantly the previous order given to him, until bits of his surroundings slowly materialise in front of him.
A medical facility, no doubt, with the lights and the instruments and it was a bed that he’d been strapped down onto. A couple of worried looking professionals in lab coats and surgery gear and . . .
He’d think he was looking at himself in a mirror if it weren’t for the fact that when he looks down, he’s still the same size he’s been for over a decade now. He looks back up, startled beyond belief, and the impassive look on his counterpart’s face is enough proof that he definitely wasn’t looking at a mirror.
