Inheritance

Light slowly faded into his vision as his eyes struggled to open. The five days worth of eyecrusts were fighting him the entire way. The first thing he saw was the white ceiling with florcent light directly above him. He sat up, the feeling of dull needles piercing his entire skin, as his asleep muscles all over his body awoke at once. He went to wipe his eyes, removing the particles there. He quickly jabbed himself in the eye, letting out a soft "Ow." He looked at his hand, to see a smaller hand in his grip, a fimilar ring it's finger. He smiled at his apparent finace