Hurt/Comfort | BYOA
Eric woke up gradually. He was in pain, the wounds he received upon entering Siren's Port still wracked him. He pulled at the bandages, realizing the wounds across his back still hadn't healed. Slowly, he realized that he wasn't in the 'started apartment' he'd been given.
He let his groggy eyes scan the place. Recognizing the over-decadent hotel room, and moaned. He wasn't in the mood. He just wanted to sleep. He just wanted to die.
Silently, his mind wandered, and he thought mournfully "Oh Alan. I'm struggling in two different places. And, I'm no good in either one without you."
He wrapped his arms around his pillow and gripped it to his chest.
[OOC: Who wants to come across him? Maybe you enter the room by mistake or maybe you're in the bed. Anything works. Alan's hoped for, anyone who wants to comfort him welcome! Males preferred but females also welcome.]
He let his groggy eyes scan the place. Recognizing the over-decadent hotel room, and moaned. He wasn't in the mood. He just wanted to sleep. He just wanted to die.
Silently, his mind wandered, and he thought mournfully "Oh Alan. I'm struggling in two different places. And, I'm no good in either one without you."
He wrapped his arms around his pillow and gripped it to his chest.
[OOC: Who wants to come across him? Maybe you enter the room by mistake or maybe you're in the bed. Anything works. Alan's hoped for, anyone who wants to comfort him welcome! Males preferred but females also welcome.]