Tucker's scream echoes in his ears, distorted and warping, like he's hearing it through water. But it's there. He wants to answer but his throat burns, like someone's stuffed a burning coal down his gullet, and all he can do is try to breathe, try to mouth the words to him.
Tucker...Tucker...
Beep....beep...beep...
It barely seems real when his eyelids open, slow and heavy. He can smell the strong antiseptic in the room, and his throat itches something terrible. Still feels like something's lodged in there somehow. Attempting to swallow he turns his gaze and--
Hospital. White sheets, white walls, and he feels a delirious swirl of panic rise up in the back of his mind, almost a lizard-brain sort of impulse. It's a good thing he's drugged to Hell and back, and those initial stirrings are weak. Just a twitch of the fingers, a suddenly aware hitch of breath.
Fix it? Fix it.
Tucker's scream echoes in his ears, distorted and warping, like he's hearing it through water. But it's there. He wants to answer but his throat burns, like someone's stuffed a burning coal down his gullet, and all he can do is try to breathe, try to mouth the words to him.
Tucker...Tucker...
Beep....beep...beep...
It barely seems real when his eyelids open, slow and heavy. He can smell the strong antiseptic in the room, and his throat itches something terrible. Still feels like something's lodged in there somehow. Attempting to swallow he turns his gaze and--
Hospital. White sheets, white walls, and he feels a delirious swirl of panic rise up in the back of his mind, almost a lizard-brain sort of impulse. It's a good thing he's drugged to Hell and back, and those initial stirrings are weak. Just a twitch of the fingers, a suddenly aware hitch of breath.