4 hours and 48 minutes. Two days inside the lab.
That was the exact time that had passed in the real world before Xion finally woke from his coma.
The first thing he did upon waking was drag himself to the bath. He stripped off his bloodied clothes and tossed them in the bin.
He did not have the patience to wash them. So, throwing them away it was.
As he stepped into the water, the dried stains flaked off in patches. The warmth seeped into his aching limbs.
It was soothing the exhaustion still weighing on his body.
He rinsed off hastily, barely caring about the dirt smearing down the drain, before stepping into the bathtub fully.
The moment he sank in, a long sigh escaped his lips. He let his head loll back against the edge of the tub as the warm water lapped gently against his shoulders.
"What a day," he muttered to himself and then closed his eyes.
