Some wakes up sore, in slow, groggy stages. The failed teleport has left him with a pounding head, and the dim light that greets him just makes it worse. He groans, hands twitching like before, and tries to touch the deep ache in his side. This time, his hand can move if not far, but the heavy weight on his wrist wakes him further. Cautious, slow movements make it known that the same weights are on his other arm, and both his ankles, and more alarmingly, his throat. He can't raise his hands far enough to touch that one.
Gingerly, he tries again to open his eyes, squinting them against the light. "Please... the light, it's so bright."
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Date: 2013-04-22 07:18 am (UTC)Gingerly, he tries again to open his eyes, squinting them against the light. "Please... the light, it's so bright."