He cracked his eyes open, just a minuscule amount, and even that was painful. His head spun, and he felt as if he swallowed a mouth full of the driest sand on Vulcan. His head lulled to the side as he attempted to sit up, his muscles screamed in protest, locking up at all the vital joints in his back. He fell down onto the bed again, breathing
(
Read more... )
Comments 11
Reply
He bit his lip, "I think I'm going to be sick."
Reply
"Ergh..." she said, moving out into the main area and looking around for something to use. A cup caught her eye and she quickly scooped it up, filling it up with water. Re-entering the bathroom she crouched by the young mans head and stroked his hair, knowing all too well how it sucked to be sick on your own.
Reply
"Ah...zank you." He whispered. He went to take a sip of water, when something in the reflection of the cup caught his eye. A clock by the vanity mirror. He blanched. "Lieu-hic-tenant, vhat day is it?"
Reply
Leave a comment