See yourself through my eyes

Consciousness for Remi had come and gone with no reliable indicator over the proceeding few days. Sometimes he was aware enough to try and eat, and other times he'd awake to find himself in different bed-clothes feeling as though he had not moved in days. Today (or..tonight? he had no idea what time it actually was), Remi awoke with a wide yawn. He was still painfully tired, but suddenly his body felt as though if he remained prone for one more second, the agony would be too much. With a breath and through clenched teeth, Remi tried to sit up, immediately feeling the pull of his stitches and cracked ribs doing their best to stifle the movement. Exhaling with a bit of a gasp, the alchemist looked at the ceiling with a defeated sigh. Until... Grinning, Remi raised a hand (with no small amount of pain), and a handle suddenly appeared affixed to the ceiling. With something like triumph on his face (though it was hard to tell given that he'd now not shaved in quite a few days), Remi grabbed the handle, and, with all the strength he could muster, pulled himself into a sitting position. Struggling to breathe through the pain, Remi looked down to notice that he was shirtless and perhaps even more scarcely dressed than that, though he wasn't mobile enough to check. Resting his cheek against the arm still raised and holding onto the handle, Remi closed his eyes, feeling immediately winded and dizzy just from this small amount of activity. remi I always forget that you can't read my mind