Such a desperate place...
The world is spinning, and Cole Anderson's knees hit the carpeted floor dully. Things go in and out of focus, and as he leans forward, his fingers splayed out before him on the printed carpeting.
"Fuck," he mumurs as his breath slips away. He closes his eyes, and just sits for a moment, trembling. Whatever just happened isn't really agreeing with his digestive system.
Cole curls his fingers. It really didn't agree with him. Leaning his head far over hs lap, he draws in one breath and coughs. Up comes vomit, warm and acrid at the back of his mouth. He gasps for air and coughs again, heaving until his stomach is empty. Finally, he runs his tongue through his mouth and spits once, twice, three times, trying to get rid of the aftertaste.
He leans back, his knees creaking, and rests his forehead on his thighs. Oh god. He could use an explanation right now as to what the hell just happened.
"Fuck," he mumurs as his breath slips away. He closes his eyes, and just sits for a moment, trembling. Whatever just happened isn't really agreeing with his digestive system.
Cole curls his fingers. It really didn't agree with him. Leaning his head far over hs lap, he draws in one breath and coughs. Up comes vomit, warm and acrid at the back of his mouth. He gasps for air and coughs again, heaving until his stomach is empty. Finally, he runs his tongue through his mouth and spits once, twice, three times, trying to get rid of the aftertaste.
He leans back, his knees creaking, and rests his forehead on his thighs. Oh god. He could use an explanation right now as to what the hell just happened.