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Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Replacement' / Thursday, 30 February 2006 / 3:28 pm
Location: Hospital Wing
Open To: Hanna
Currently Involving: dead!Charlie
Charlie’s eyes slowly pulled themselves open. Immediately bright light hit him in the face, eyes snapping just once more. After a few more seconds of blinking blearily, the room finally came into focus.
Where was he? Charlie tried to sit up, but his head seemed unbearably heavy. He wasn’t able to get it up from the pillow, and a searing pain ripped across his skull when he tried harder. Breathing heavily from the shock, Charlie gave up for a moment, sinking back into his pillows.
His pillows? They weren’t his! His eyes couldn’t open fully, it seemed, but Charlie could tell he wasn’t in his dorm. This wasn’t a normal tired, either. This was… druggish. Every part of his body hurt, his head standing out among all the rest. Charlie realized his arm, too, was sitting limply on the bed beside his hip, and he was unable to move it. Panicking slightly, he tried to sit up again, only to fall back dizzy with his head throbbing in protest.
It was… the hospital wing? Yes! Charlie shut his eyes again, trying to recall the events of the previous night. The broom, he remembered… he missed it. Groaning, Charlie lifted his right hand to his head, surprised to feel something that wasn’t very skin-like. Instead it felt like some sort of cloth, which his fingers followed all the way around his head.
Was he DEAD? Charlie felt like his entire body wanted to explode, or collapse. Everything hurt badly, and moving didn’t seem like an option. If he wasn’t dead yet, then he hoped it would come quickly. This was absolute torture.
Location: Hospital Wing
Open To: Hanna
Currently Involving: dead!Charlie
Charlie’s eyes slowly pulled themselves open. Immediately bright light hit him in the face, eyes snapping just once more. After a few more seconds of blinking blearily, the room finally came into focus.
Where was he? Charlie tried to sit up, but his head seemed unbearably heavy. He wasn’t able to get it up from the pillow, and a searing pain ripped across his skull when he tried harder. Breathing heavily from the shock, Charlie gave up for a moment, sinking back into his pillows.
His pillows? They weren’t his! His eyes couldn’t open fully, it seemed, but Charlie could tell he wasn’t in his dorm. This wasn’t a normal tired, either. This was… druggish. Every part of his body hurt, his head standing out among all the rest. Charlie realized his arm, too, was sitting limply on the bed beside his hip, and he was unable to move it. Panicking slightly, he tried to sit up again, only to fall back dizzy with his head throbbing in protest.
It was… the hospital wing? Yes! Charlie shut his eyes again, trying to recall the events of the previous night. The broom, he remembered… he missed it. Groaning, Charlie lifted his right hand to his head, surprised to feel something that wasn’t very skin-like. Instead it felt like some sort of cloth, which his fingers followed all the way around his head.
Was he DEAD? Charlie felt like his entire body wanted to explode, or collapse. Everything hurt badly, and moving didn’t seem like an option. If he wasn’t dead yet, then he hoped it would come quickly. This was absolute torture.