Ranger's night could have certainly gone better. After passing out thanks to the spell that had gotten away from him, he had spent hours teetering between wakefulness and total oblivion as he futilely tried to move or even speak. Moving was pretty much out of the question. His limbs screamed in pain every time he tried. Talking was pretty difficult as well. All he could seem to manage was a hoarse whisper that not even Brian's finely tuned senses could pick up from upstairs.
A noise on the creaky basement stairs shook Ranger into wakefulness. His body had been laying twisted on the cold concrete all night and he could barely feel anything below his waist which was maddeningly frustrating. Ranger had some spells get away from him over the years, but nothing like this had happened. He knew that he should be thankful that he was even alive, but all he could feel was frustration at what happened. "I'm sorry," he croaked upon finally seeing Brian. His boyfriend was not going to be pleased with finding him in such a state and those were the only words that Ranger could think up on the spot. It felt like his head had been stuffed with cotton.