Eggsy (nothing_to_lose) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-06-04 20:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | eggsy, katherine lokadóttir |
Who: Eggsy and Kat
Where: Where Eggsy's being looked after
What: Tripping balls on Morphine \o/
When: After this!
Rating: ow
Status: WIP
Morphine was fucking aces. He'd already told Kat that, but it was still true. With the amount of injuries he had, he should have been in agony, but the constant drip of morphine into his veins was just enough to keep the pain at bay. Mostly. And he was getting better at coping with being off his fucking face all the time, too. He could type and spell much better, even when his brain was wrapped in cotton wool and bubble wrap and a duvet and oh, he could go for a sleep right now, but no, Kat was coming round and she was bringing tea. Tea! Fucking aces.
He pushed the button to lift the head of the bed so that he wasn't lying down as much, and then did his best to rearrange himself without knocking any broken bits, be they fingers, ribs or limbs. His left arm did most of the work, since he only had some fingers splinted together (although the bruising on his upper arm was pretty damn spectacular-looking) instead of a cast, but even just trying to sit up properly was exhausting. Fuck, even watching films was doing him in; he'd fallen asleep on Peggy the other day and missed half of "My Fair Lady". He'd close his eyes until Kat showed up, he told himself, even as his eyes slid shut and the morphine-duvet wrapped itself around his brain even more.