When Danny finally came around, he was in a bed, looking at a yellowed ceiling.
Nothing hurt, but he felt heavy, and as he managed to turn his head to the side he could see needles in his arm. One red, one clear... Two clear? Maybe...
His vision was still slightly blurred, and his ears felt as though they were stuffed with cotton wool. And his throat... God, his throat was so dry.
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Date: 2016-04-27 03:14 am (UTC)Nothing hurt, but he felt heavy, and as he managed to turn his head to the side he could see needles in his arm. One red, one clear... Two clear? Maybe...
His vision was still slightly blurred, and his ears felt as though they were stuffed with cotton wool. And his throat... God, his throat was so dry.