Room 222, Wednesday Evening
Another day had come and gone, bringing its own special brand of nightmares right along with it. Somewhere during the day, Warren's healing factor had started to completely stop caring about the grey patches of skin that were creeping over Warren's body. His bruised knuckles had healed, and he'd spent the next few hours eating what was left of the soup that Sookie had brought over (it had been news to him that anyone had been over, after his few moments of clarity during Raven's attempted healing), and trying not to pay too much attention to the creeping rash and the dull ache in his bones.
Being a weird color didn't seem so bad, after the night he'd had.
Except...
"No. No, no, no, no, no."
Blotchy grey rashes and feathered wings didn't seem to mix so well, and now Warren was staring in horror at a scattering of feathers that had been piling up around him on his bed over the past hour.
"No."
He was kind of wishing that he was still delirious right now.
[Open, with a warning for SP while I do battle with tricksy compositing homework! Hiii, special hell!]
Being a weird color didn't seem so bad, after the night he'd had.
Except...
"No. No, no, no, no, no."
Blotchy grey rashes and feathered wings didn't seem to mix so well, and now Warren was staring in horror at a scattering of feathers that had been piling up around him on his bed over the past hour.
"No."
He was kind of wishing that he was still delirious right now.
[Open, with a warning for SP while I do battle with tricksy compositing homework! Hiii, special hell!]