He's sluggish, blinking in confusion at the voices and the hands on him. Hot. Everything is so hot. A few delirious mutters slip free but he manages to at least get his feet under him.
But the voices are familiar. Trusted. So he doesn't fight back as he's supported in an exhausting shuffle from one room through a blue white ball of light.
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Date: 2018-03-05 06:38 pm (UTC)But the voices are familiar. Trusted.
So he doesn't fight back as he's supported in an exhausting shuffle from one room through a blue white ball of light.