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hadriel_logs2017-05-28 01:42 am
drabsolutelynot) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-05-28 01:42 am
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Don't know what to say, don't know what I said
Who: Dr. Rosen and Dr. Sweets [Closed]
What: Serious talk must be had
Where: Rosen's apartment
When: 29th, morning after Rosen's drunken misdial to the network
Warnings: None. Will change if needed
It is the persistent and angry burning in his throat that finally stirs Rosen in the late morning and it begins a slow, aching process of waking up, the older man unfolding in the same stiff and sluggish manner as a wrinkled ball of paper easing its way open after being tossed into a waste bin. And that is precisely how he feels: crumpled. Discarded. Before he even dares to open his eyes, Lee is aware of a wrongness to all of this. To the way his head is thudding dully, the manner in which the blanket has become caught up between his legs, and the labored feeling to every drag of breath.
Yes. there is something distinctly wrong to the start of this day.
Finally he dares to crack open his eyes and it is every bit as unpleasant as he had expected. But the band-aid had to be ripped off and utilizing that same resolve he drags his torso upwards, fighting the vertigo and the sharp pain in his side as he sits himself upright. And there he sits for a long moment, head in hands, fingers rubbing roughly at his hairline, the skin damp with a light sweat and hairs catching between his knuckles. When at last he feels with it enough to face it, he shifts, places his feet flat on the floor, and pushes himself up to a standing position. Almost instantly he feels his knees buckle and he stumbles forward, managing to catch himself with both hands splayed against the wall.
"God dammit," he hisses under his breath, leaning forward and pressing his burning forehead against the cool of the wall.
What is going on? What-- There are blurs of it. As if the previous night had been a watercolor painting that someone deliberate spilled a glass of water over so that the colors ran together in a dizzying and garish mess.
What: Serious talk must be had
Where: Rosen's apartment
When: 29th, morning after Rosen's drunken misdial to the network
Warnings: None. Will change if needed
It is the persistent and angry burning in his throat that finally stirs Rosen in the late morning and it begins a slow, aching process of waking up, the older man unfolding in the same stiff and sluggish manner as a wrinkled ball of paper easing its way open after being tossed into a waste bin. And that is precisely how he feels: crumpled. Discarded. Before he even dares to open his eyes, Lee is aware of a wrongness to all of this. To the way his head is thudding dully, the manner in which the blanket has become caught up between his legs, and the labored feeling to every drag of breath.
Yes. there is something distinctly wrong to the start of this day.
Finally he dares to crack open his eyes and it is every bit as unpleasant as he had expected. But the band-aid had to be ripped off and utilizing that same resolve he drags his torso upwards, fighting the vertigo and the sharp pain in his side as he sits himself upright. And there he sits for a long moment, head in hands, fingers rubbing roughly at his hairline, the skin damp with a light sweat and hairs catching between his knuckles. When at last he feels with it enough to face it, he shifts, places his feet flat on the floor, and pushes himself up to a standing position. Almost instantly he feels his knees buckle and he stumbles forward, managing to catch himself with both hands splayed against the wall.
"God dammit," he hisses under his breath, leaning forward and pressing his burning forehead against the cool of the wall.
What is going on? What-- There are blurs of it. As if the previous night had been a watercolor painting that someone deliberate spilled a glass of water over so that the colors ran together in a dizzying and garish mess.