WHO: Wren & Ellie WHAT: Wren finds that he made it to Sing Sing WHERE: The medical ward WHEN: Wednesday 28th November RATING: Medium?
Wren sat up with a start and that and the fear-sweat soaked sheets under him were the only things that were familiar to him as he woke. His chest heaved as he gulped air and tried to get the shaking under control, the memory of his nightmare drifting away as curiosity filled in the blanks.
He sat up in bed and wondered at the feeling of an actual mattress below him. He stroked his hands over the sheets in simple delight at feeling something so clean and comfortable for a change. He looked around and wondered for a minute what was missing, the clean sterile smell of the hospital not here in this place despite the fact that this certainly seemed to be a hospital.
He was busy looking up at the ceilings, shuffling forward until he dropped himself off the edge of the bed, yelping quietly as he landed heavily on feet that he'd forgotten were injured, but which weren't as raw and unbearable to stand on as he remembered from before. He spent a few minutes taking stumbling, unsteady steps until he was distracted by an open door and forgot about his sore feet.
He stumbled towards it, humming softly without really hearing himself, something that sounded like the Girl from Ipanema. Supplying his own muzak, Wren peeped his head around the door and suddenly seemed unable to move any further. He became anxious, running his fingers in nervous stroking motions up and down the edge of the door, peering around like a worried cat. He drummed his fingers a little but stayed where he was despite the pain in his feet. He wished Aiden was around.