damaged_goods (damaged_goods) wrote in taariq, @ 2008-06-07 21:09:00 |
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Current mood: | geeky |
Who: Darcy and open.
When: Morning.
Where: Medical lab.
What: Darcy's still not feeling so well.
Darcy groaned softly, stirring a little. He felt like hell, his whole body felt like it was on fire, that his skin was alive with an army of ants. His hands hurt, his head was pounding and he felt sick to his stomach. "Morning" he groaned deeply. Fighting the urge to shiver. He felt like his life had flashed before his eyes. And it was incrediably boring. But now he was having difficulty recalling any of it. |