subject line : ‘ i need you to wake up now. ’ from : @sirensave
his head feels like it’s split, a wetness at his chest confuses him. he hears the voice, but it’s high above. coffee, he’d been carrying coffee. blinding light screams through the slit in his eyelids as he opens them. a face above him, ( stranger ? ) he isn’t sure. wincing, he pats at his chest, shirt stained by the beverage he’d dropped when he collapsed. it’s been a while since something’s snuck up on him like that. he makes to sit up, already feeling more cemented in his body, in his head. “ ah, thanks. i’m good, i’m good. ”
















