He sees different. Hears different. Disoriented and starving and in— pain? Not quite. He was. Daniel's head swims and he tries to right himself, looking for something still in a stormy sea. Intellectually, he understands what's happening, but actually feeling it is worlds different than hearing it described.
He hears his name, and recognizes—
"Louis?"
Fuck. He's glad he's already puked up blood all over himself.
Daniel is still in this back bedroom, collapsed between the bad and the far wall, but he makes himself get up. Woozy, everything spins. Processing everything so much faster than his brain is used to.
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He sees different. Hears different. Disoriented and starving and in— pain? Not quite. He was. Daniel's head swims and he tries to right himself, looking for something still in a stormy sea. Intellectually, he understands what's happening, but actually feeling it is worlds different than hearing it described.
He hears his name, and recognizes—
"Louis?"
Fuck. He's glad he's already puked up blood all over himself.
Daniel is still in this back bedroom, collapsed between the bad and the far wall, but he makes himself get up. Woozy, everything spins. Processing everything so much faster than his brain is used to.