Josh Foley (elixiroflife) wrote in artofwar_rpg, @ 2011-10-19 21:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | †joshua foley; elixir, ♦ororo munroe; storm |
Who: Josh Foley and anyone checking on people in the infirmary
What: Waking up from an accidently self-induced coma
When: Late afternoon, about a day and a half after he collapsed post healing-spree, almost two days after the bomb
Where: The infirmary of the Institute
Rating/Warnings: None
Status: Open, Complete
Josh opened his eyes. Light seared his eyeballs and he snapped them back shut, letting out a low groan as he shifted over onto his side. Ugh. Either someone had knocked him out with a vengeance or he was now experiencing the worst hangover of his life to date, because his head was pounding like a mariachi band had taken up shop inside his skull. A really, really bad mariachi band.
Josh threw his arm over his face in an attempt to block the remaining light that his eyelids weren't taking care of properly. The last thing he remembered was leaving the infirmary to go sleep in his room, but this place was most definitely not his room. His room had curtains over the windows to prevent just this kind of situation. He was in a bed, though, so at least he'd achieved that much.
Okay, one thing at a time. First this headache. Josh struggled to concentrate, and for a long, awkward minute his head began to pound even more before he finally felt the warmth that heralded relief sinking into his skin. So much better. So, so much better. He sighed and opened his eyes for good this time, realizing in shock that he was still in the infirmary. Guess I never left in the first place, Josh thought wryly.