There was sand everywhere, reaching every hidden cave in his flesh, and where there wasn't sand, there was air, touching his skin without permission, hot, cold, CUTTING.
He was so alone. He fleksed his hand, clenching and unclenching the first, reaching out, fingers bending, straining---
If only he could reach---
"Administering second dose, sir," a voice told him cleanically.
Where was he? The air was so confusing. Or maybe sound. Yes, the sound, the sound was so confusing. His voices were talking to him again. Hate when you don't answer my calls, buddy, someone said cheerfully.
Fill: part 22 (I think) - Matt
There was only pain.
And sand.
And pain.
There was sand everywhere, reaching every hidden cave in his flesh, and where there wasn't sand, there was air, touching his skin without permission, hot, cold, CUTTING.
He was so alone. He fleksed his hand, clenching and unclenching the first, reaching out, fingers bending, straining---
If only he could reach---
"Administering second dose, sir," a voice told him cleanically.
Where was he? The air was so confusing. Or maybe sound. Yes, the sound, the sound was so confusing. His voices were talking to him again. Hate when you don't answer my calls, buddy, someone said cheerfully.
A hit. Pain.
Slap.
Hit.
"Is he ready then?"