He made a groggy sound, trying to lift his head against the strap that held it down, trying to open just one eye. The noises, the motion, the light all had him even more disoriented than the drugs, and he curled his long hands into sharp-angled fists, straining up against the restraints, squirming side to side what little he could, blurring the strange scans.
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Date: 2013-03-17 01:43 am (UTC)