Ellis
woke... maybe... did he wake? Was he still sleeping? Everything felt... wrong wasn’t the word. Different? No...
He tried to sit up but something pushed him back down to the not-hard but not-soft surface.
His hands... he had hands... where? They wouldn’t... wouldn’t... move?
Confined. Was that metal around his wrists?
The world swam in and out. Close then far. Far then gone. Nothing felt... real wasn’t right. Nothing felt... anything.
There was someone on top of him. It wasn’t Gabriel. Gabriel... Gabriel should be... where was Gabriel?
felt panic wash through him. Someone took him from Gabriel. He felt himself thrash and scream. Cry. Muffled voices. Above him looked gray until a hazy figure blocked the gray.
There was a prick in his arm. A burning moved through him.
Sound turned to cotton. Feeling turned to... to... nothing had names anymore. His body was everywhere and nowhere. Floating. Sinking. Both?
wasn’t anywhere. Or was he? Wasn’t he supposed to be somewhere? The pressure on top of him barely registered. was breathing. Breathing was nice. Cool air through his lungs was nice. Was that a light? didn’t like lights. He should close his eyes again...