Initially it'd been a buzz in the back of his mind, clashing with the morphine. As his wounds held off on actually killing him and the painkillers went dull and distant and dead- everything felt...amazing.

Intense.

Like having every nerve in his body cranked up to 11, like that first moment he had Delta implanted with none of the frustrations of having been knocked down an eye. He shudders in the mattress, eyes flicking from point to point as he tries to pick out what's happening-

And who's saved him.