C67 It Couldn't Be, Right?

“Ugh,” Simon groaned loudly as pinpricks of light stabbed his eyes.

He quickly shut his eyes against the blinding light.

“Jarvis? Son, are you awake?” he thought he heard Susan’s soothing voice coming from somewhere.

“I won’t be for long if someone does not shut off that light,” his mind thought sluggishly, weighed by the thrumming pain in his head.

“He wants the light off