Mar 26, 2016
Cope
Holland… He twitched in his sleep, a cold sweat already crawling from the small of his back where the band of his orange boxers lie. Holland! He attempted to look around, feverishly looking for the source of the shout. He was blind…where did any of this come from? What is happening? Was this because he escaped possibly to freedom?
He woke up, startled by how cold yet feverishly hot his flesh felt against the sheets that covered his body. His eyes immediately darted to the other edge of the mattress where he found the silhouette hue of Eureka. It mattered not how he felt in that moment, only that she was there beside him during this entire fiasco.
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