Waking Up Again

Jun 26, 2008 21:41

Thursday Afternoon

*His head still swam just that little bit, and the soreness hadn't gone away. Part of him was still rather confused regarding his friends and their agenda with him. He shifted a little, wondering if a little physical movement might help to ease some of the haze in his processor. His body protested vehemently and he groaned through a parched throat.

At this point his ears twitched. Someone's voice was softly permeating the fuzziness in his head. It was a familiar voice, and a familiar presence. He knew this one - knew him from a long, long time ago - longer than all the others. This one he trusted... knew... brother...*

Brother...

*he winced*

... hurts...
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