He tried to lift his head but it was too heavy and sent another wave of pain through his body. He was tired. And as weak as a kitten. Grateful for the straw, he took a sip of the water, letting the cool liquid wet his dry mouth and throat. Even that small act seemed an effort.
And now it was coming back to him. The last thing he remembered. The last thing he'd felt. Where he'd been . . . what he'd been doing.
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Date: 2005-09-04 01:57 am (UTC)And now it was coming back to him. The last thing he remembered. The last thing he'd felt. Where he'd been . . . what he'd been doing.
"Theo?" he asked softly.