"You're awake " a soft, even voice beckoned through the haze.
It had been calling to him gently, like a beacon of light through the fog of his aching, feverish head for quite some time now, he realized, despite the overpowering confusion which now flooded over him. That voice was the only certain thing left in his whole being. It had kept him from being drawn to the tempting, abysmal darkness just beneath, kept him afloat in that sea of lethargic helplessness, and now, called him to shore
And though his eyelashes at last fluttered open ever so slowly, suddenly being conscious again brought him no solace at all from his distress. His situation had simply switched plains
from a troubling, nightmarish stupor in his mind the likes he could not awake from, to a nearly paralyzing pain which seemed to anchor every one of his aching limbs to the nevertheless plush surface he lay on.
Inuyasha struggled to focus his weary eyes, which burned even