"What have they done to you?"
that one torture meme || not accepting
Floating. Drifting through vague thoughts, none sticking in his head long enough to make an impact. Miles better than the pain that licked at his veins for days on end. Pressure, on his wrists. Not enough to bother him, to penetrate the thick haze. His eyes fluttered open to see dark stone walls, the same he’d seen every other time. He let his eyes drift shut again, head dropping to his chest.
Distantly, he heard a familiar sound. A sort of clattering, paired with yells. Gunfire?
He blinked and shook his head dazedly.
More indistinct shouting and heavy thuds, closer this time. The door to his cell rattled and he rolled his head toward the sound. Light spilled in, shrouding the person in the door from his sight.
Words, ones he couldn’t quite understand. But he knew that voice.
“Jay,” he mumbled, relief so thick in his veins he almost passed out from it. “Jay...”