[ The first thing he noticed is that his entire body hurts. His limbs feel like solid stone, except for his left arm, which is twitching. He couldn’t make a fuss even if he wanted to. His not-wife is standing above him, sharp eyes peering down. It isn’t a particularly welcome sight, and he thinks that the view is significantly improved when she turns away. ]
Wh’appened?
[ The words come out raspy and slurred together, his tongue heavy and practically useless in his mouth. But as soon as he asks, he remembers: Norman Pollock, the sleep deprivation, the drug. Now he does manage to make a fuss, trying to sit up but only managing to flail about. ]
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Wh’appened?
[ The words come out raspy and slurred together, his tongue heavy and practically useless in his mouth. But as soon as he asks, he remembers: Norman Pollock, the sleep deprivation, the drug. Now he does manage to make a fuss, trying to sit up but only managing to flail about. ]