Jack huddled as much as he could. He could feel the bones in his body shifting and moving and rubbing against where there should be muscle to protect it.
He wasn't strong enough, he wasn't prepared enough for this, for whatever this might be.
And there was someone there; he could see through the rough pained blinks he took. He didn't know of course who it was. He couldn't. That sort of recognition was past him now. His mind wasn't so sharp, muddled and confused from lack of clarity.
He was touched and it hurt. He tried to pull back. His face didn't feel like his, heavy with a beard and hair that seemed to matt together and be one.
But then he was spoken to. For the first time, he was spoken to. His name.
And so he made an effort to look at the voice that delivered it. He knew that voice, he recognised it.
And he recognised her.
But while he may have wanted to reply, he didn't have the energy in him for it. And so he merely looked.
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Date: 2010-03-21 09:31 pm (UTC)He wasn't strong enough, he wasn't prepared enough for this, for whatever this might be.
And there was someone there; he could see through the rough pained blinks he took. He didn't know of course who it was. He couldn't. That sort of recognition was past him now. His mind wasn't so sharp, muddled and confused from lack of clarity.
He was touched and it hurt. He tried to pull back. His face didn't feel like his, heavy with a beard and hair that seemed to matt together and be one.
But then he was spoken to. For the first time, he was spoken to. His name.
And so he made an effort to look at the voice that delivered it. He knew that voice, he recognised it.
And he recognised her.
But while he may have wanted to reply, he didn't have the energy in him for it. And so he merely looked.
Reinette.
He suspected it was another dream.