Freddie Lyon (freddie_lyon) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-01-11 13:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~john mitchell (oe) |
Who: Freddie & open to anyone passing. And Bel.
Where: Hospital!
What: Freddie finds himself in a rather perplexing hospital room
When: Friday morning
Rating: Medium. Don't trust him to be polite.
Status: Ongoing.
Freddie has been drifting in and out of consciousness for the last few days. Sleeping, mainly. Not entirely aware of what is going on around him, and aware briefly of the pain all over his body. Despite there being people wandering back and forth from his bedside (or just settled by his bedside, in Bel's case) he doesn't remember much happening. He doesn't remember having a conversation. He doesn't remember anyone telling him where he is. He doesn't remember how he got into a bed in a hospital, though he remembers knowing he needed it.
He remembers Bel. He remembers Bel being around.
Freddie groans, because the dopey feeling of sedation and sleep and semi-consciousness is wearing off and he can feel everything and his body hurts as though he's being crushed.
"Jesus Christ-" he grumbles, wondering if he can sit up and have a cigarette. Wonders if his lungs will inflate enough. They don't feel like they want to inflate. He wheezes. And that really fucking hurts. Maybe no cigarette.