Ties of Blood, Ties of Oil
A My life as a teenage robot Fanfic
Where we learn the Status of our fallen heroes, and several plot points are concluded.
It was like crawling out of a tunnel.
Brad slowly regained his wits as what seemed to be a white light pierced his eyes. He felt sluggish and slow, like he was lying in molasses. Through the lens of his mind, everything seemed just, slower, than before. He tried to raise his hand to blot out the light, but he could only muster a feeble twitch. A grunt escaped him as the movement sent a lance of pain through his right leg, originating in his thigh.
He blinked his eyes, and slowly the world came into focus. He slowly noticed he was in a room of some sort. It was entirely white, except for the ceiling light in the center of the room. He turned his head to the side, and then quickly shut his eyes. Bright yellow light, streaming in from an open window, temporarily blinded him. Its yellow rays stabbed into his eyes like little daggers. Brad shut his eyes tightly, hoping the daggers wouldnt twist. He waited until the pain died down. Slowly, he opened his eyelids, allowing for his eyes to adjust to the light. He noticed he was in a bed of some sort. There was a railing on this side of the bed, colored in a white, dead plastic. The covers he was under were a horrid light blue color. Still groggy, he rolled his head to the other side.