@underteika
The dizziness passes.
At least, he thinks it does. His head hurts, and he hasn’t gotten around to opening his eyes yet, but he doesn’t feel like he’s being spun around in circles anymore.
His breathing sounds different. Labored. He has to breathe through his mouth to get enough air.
He tests his control by making a fist. Pain shoots up his arm, but he at least knows where it is now. He’s... lying down on his stomach. His arm is bent up towards his head, fist at eye level.
He mumbles a quiet “shit”, just in case anyone is nearby to hear him. It’s not his voice, but he’s too disoriented to tell whose it is yet.
A phone goes off against his thigh. He can’t quite muster the motivation to grab it just yet, but he’s fairly certain it’s whoever has his body right now checking up on him. And rightfully so, if this is the state they’ve left their body in.
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It goes off again. This time, the buzzing fills him with irritation. In a futuristic society like Spirale, why don’t they have telepathic connections to their phones yet? I’m in pain right now, try again later. It’d be such a simple message to send. Why can’t he--
It goes off again. He jerks his hand down towards his pocket, hissing in pain and frustration as he struggles to pull the phone out.
Without even reading the existing conversation, he pulls up the keyboard and begins typing with one hand.
To: Yuan From: Anda
[text] in hell