The first thing Daemon was aware of was a pounding in his head, the complaint of aching and sore muscles, and a strange taste in his mouth. His jaw hurt and he could feel a bruise forming.
Part of his mind systematically sorted through all this, but no explanation came immediately, as his thoughts were disjointed and sometimes seemingly far apart, as if there were long moments of sleep drifting in between them to interrupt any coherent string of thoughts.
He gave a quiet groan as he stirred, trying to roll on his side to perhaps ease the ache in his head, but he couldn't move. His arms were strained and secured above his head and his legs were the same and he felt a moment of panic that had little problem clearing his mind for a heartbeat before he felt the drugs blanket his thoughts once more. Trapped.
He'd fallen. He remembered now, memories drifting through his mind as if in a fog. River fighting, falling, his brother and father joining him, as well as two men he didn't know. The orderlies bearing him to the ground...
The memories drifted slowly, appearing and vanishing as if a thick fog cloaked his mind. Only forced concentration on a thought let it remain for any amount of time. Still, there were worse conditions to be in. Despite his discomfort and the cloudiness of his mind, at least this place did not have the use or the need for safframate...
M2
Part of his mind systematically sorted through all this, but no explanation came immediately, as his thoughts were disjointed and sometimes seemingly far apart, as if there were long moments of sleep drifting in between them to interrupt any coherent string of thoughts.
He gave a quiet groan as he stirred, trying to roll on his side to perhaps ease the ache in his head, but he couldn't move. His arms were strained and secured above his head and his legs were the same and he felt a moment of panic that had little problem clearing his mind for a heartbeat before he felt the drugs blanket his thoughts once more. Trapped.
He'd fallen. He remembered now, memories drifting through his mind as if in a fog. River fighting, falling, his brother and father joining him, as well as two men he didn't know. The orderlies bearing him to the ground...
The memories drifted slowly, appearing and vanishing as if a thick fog cloaked his mind. Only forced concentration on a thought let it remain for any amount of time. Still, there were worse conditions to be in. Despite his discomfort and the cloudiness of his mind, at least this place did not have the use or the need for safframate...