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Walking was difficult in the deep what was moving on the ceiling darkness. He had awoken from unsettle dreams feeling extremely unwell. His head throbbing, and his body aching. The very walls seemed to warp and buckle have you ever seen a wall under stress like lots of soft blanketing snow causing structural failure. The soft white frozen rain of blanketing--cold. Why was it so cold? The halls were dark and deep moving on the ceiling as he placed a hand on the wall to steady himself or the room did it matter?
Fingers fumbled over the light switch--Fuck! The light was so damn bright. Snarling to himself, he placed one of his arms over his eyes. Where were the pain medication it was stupid how everything was so primitive why weren't there a Restorer. He had a really nice one once.
How could he read the letters on these tiny bottles and what was with this caps?
Stupid fucking stupid--things. He took his shirt off. Warm. Sweating.
Fingers fumbled over the light switch--Fuck! The light was so damn bright. Snarling to himself, he placed one of his arms over his eyes. Where were the pain medication it was stupid how everything was so primitive why weren't there a Restorer. He had a really nice one once.
How could he read the letters on these tiny bottles and what was with this caps?
Stupid fucking stupid--things. He took his shirt off. Warm. Sweating.