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Fifty Words One Shot: Sensory Overload
#42 – Sensory Overload
Everything was black. Blinking rapidly seemed to have no effect. And his head hurt... a lot. His mouth opened and a pained hiss spilled forth. Muffled conversation wafted in and out of his hearing range, but he couldn’t for the life of him tell what was being said. He desperately wanted to call out to whoever was there to help ease some of his pain but his serpentine tongue felt like lead inside his mouth. He settled for another hiss. This seemed to attract some sort of attention as the voices were silenced and the sound of footsteps against tile echoed around the unknown space instead.
“It’s awake. Get the professor’s son in here. He knows the most about it.”
There was only darkness and silence for several minutes.
“Why do you have a blindfold over his eyes?”
His leeku twitched a bit toward the new voice. It seemed different than the others, not as deep.
The War Against Ourselves 11
Chapter 11: Chapter 11: In Sickness and Not in Health
#50 – Revive
He'd been laying near the base for weeks now. He hadn't been able to move, or blink, or tune out the strange glowing apparition of the real world that he'd been locked into since he'd been shot. He knew he should be dead... was this what the afterlife was like? Or perhaps purgatory?
He wished, like he had hundreds of times in the past weeks, that something would take away the muted but still prevalent burning sensation in his stomach where he'd been wounded.
"Ending Recovery Mode, Red units."
He'd remembered too late to be careful what you wish for. This agony was much worse. And so Franklin Delano Donut did the most logical thing... He screamed. Long and loud. He attempted to curl into the fetal position but his muscles didn't seem to want to function after so long locked in place. Tears formed in his eyes as he felt the warm wetness of his blood begin to once again run down h
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