Apr 03, 2005 20:13
First, there was nothing but sleep.
Then... there was pain.
Ow.
I mean seriously. Bloody ow. Stupid evil irritating painful ow with an extra bit of 'what did I do to deserve this?' on the side. I am in so much pain, I'm going to roll out of bed and just...
I'm going to roll out of the bed that isn't mine? Why isn't this bed mine? And why isn't the room that this bed in mine? I'm in too much pain to figure this out, someone give me answers right this second. I mean it, or I'll spread the joy that is the pain I'm in.
I looked around and groaned, trying to think straight so I can administer the the ass kicking whoever kidnapped me deserves. But oh dear God, it hurts... And the world is spinning in an unfun way, and I need aspirin or something or I'm going to pass out and die.
Forget the ass kicking, I'll save that for when whoever brough me here actually comes in. I put my head under the pillow in the bed that isn't mine. "Ow. Ow ow ow ow someone make it stop..."
Wah.
I heard footsteps, and someone coming in the room. "Whoever you are, don't come any closer, or you are so dead." I looked out from under the pillow, trying to see who it was.
Oh God.
Dan.