GEORGE O’MALLEY paged @mcevilspawn
His eyes felt heavy despite his eyes being shut. His whole body ached and gradually as he became more aware, the pain increased. His face felt swollen and bruised but he recognised that it felt less so than straight after his accident. He frowned a little, although his face barely moved. He was shocked he could remember that feeling. But he had remembered his name, his nickname more specifically. He had written it in Meredith’s hand. He mentally began to check in with his body. Each limb felt bruised, broken, painful. As he focused on his hand he could feel warmth there.
He wondered how long he had been asleep for. His eyes opened slowly, bleary eyed as he looked around the room. His eyes settled on a figure by his bed, the source of the warmth in his hand because said person was holding his, their head bowed. George swallowed thickly and smacked his lips together a bit before he tried to speak.
All that came out of his mouth was a groan. His mouth was too dry to be able to talk. He needed water. He hoped that his noises would alert his visitor.














