Jul 29, 2011 20:20
It was dark.
Everything was shadows, dark and thick, like he was underwater, and Leonard swam blindly in the direction he hoped was the surface.
A familair smell, sterile, medicinal. Leonard blinked, the light too bright above him, so he closed them again, sighing deeply before trying to open them again.
Someone was holding his hand. His eyes groggily turned in Jim's direction as the reason for his hospital visit manifested in his head - surgery for his hearing. There were sounds around him, still unclear but- sounds. Blessed sounds.
"Hey," he murmured, squeezing Jim's fingers.
doctors don't get sick,
jim...,
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