... I can hear you. [ He croaks, finally, and even just that makes him feel tired. He's mostly awake, cracking only one bleary eye open. His hand moves to where his wound is, the place where larger than a sword had torn straight through his flesh and he groans, trying to sit up and then quickly realizing he'd very much rather not. ]
Fuck.
[ The curse comes out in both frustration and pain, and he tries recalling the last - however long it was that he was awake. He seems to be trying to figure that out by the way both eyes are open now, slipping from one face to another, to the windows. ]
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Fuck.
[ The curse comes out in both frustration and pain, and he tries recalling the last - however long it was that he was awake. He seems to be trying to figure that out by the way both eyes are open now, slipping from one face to another, to the windows. ]