Castiel is a better weapon (ofthursdays) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-06-04 19:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | castiel |
Who: Castiel and OPEN. Multiple threads/pups welcome.
What: Waking from vampire bites
Where: In the infirmary
When: Tuesday night
Rating: TBD
At first Castiel had no idea where he was. For a moment he thought he was just sleeping in his bed and all was well but then the pain washed over him like water, sharp here, dull there. Then the odd weight of bindings made his figure uneven. Something sharp tugged at the back of his hand as he moved it, trying to free himself but his movements were sloppy and he only managed to dislodge a little of his sheet, falling away like the clouds over his memory.
The pain and the images in his head had him groaning. Jerry. He had to get out. Teeth. He realised he could move his hands though he was sure he could still feel the bindings tight around them. (Why was he lying down?) Was it a trick? A game? Was Jerry playing with him again? It hurt to breathe, to move, but he had to in case it wasn't a game. In case it was his chance.
He worked his hand under the cover and pushed it aside. He tried to roll over, opening his eyes. He immediately regretted both as the room spun around him. He sank back onto the bed with an almost-sob, closing his eyes. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out, then he remembered. Peter and tensed in the bed, gripping the rail with his hand and steeling himself for another try, anger hot in his belly, still believing himself alone and captured but now with a higher cause than escape.