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In The Doctor's ChambersIt was terribly, terribly cold.In The Doctor's Chambers by joaniedark
That was the first thing that Spirit noticed as his eyes started to open, still hazy with sleep. He must have kicked the blankets off at some point during the night, he supposed. He groaned and attempted to reach for his duvet.
His hand, however, did not move, and his mouth emitted only a muffled sound.
His eyes sprung fully open in his shock. Desperately he tried to move his arms, only to discover they were somehow held in place by the wrists. It felt almost like something was holding him down, invasive but not painful, as he only felt a dull sensation in his arms of something piercing through flesh, between bones...pins? His movements grew more panicked and desperate. His legs also seemed to be stuck, the same vague feeling of metal going through his ankles, keeping him still. There were bloody pins crucifying him to the spot.
He tried to scream, but the sound was again muffled. It was only then that he became conscious of the rubber cylinder forced in
The Little Merman: Ch 2"Hey, kid! Are you alright?"The Little Merman: Ch 2 by joaniedark
Naoto slowly started to return to consciousness as the speaker shoving his shoulder. The voice was slightly gruff, but still gentle and with a touch of concern. Adachi-rather, that witch as he turned out to be-must have done something terribly wrong. His body still burned all over, and his fin felt like it had been sliced up with glass. He tried to will it to move; nothing happened. Naoto winced, then opened his eyes.
He was shocked to see the boy he had rescued several days before staring right back into his eyes.
"Good you're not dead " the blonde said, his face relaxing into a little smile. Naoto attempted to say something in response, but found himself unable to utter a word. At first, he thought it was just the fact that he was unable to muster up the words to talk to the strange man, but upon trying to even utter a hello, not a sound came out. Naoto put a hand gingerly to his throat, and the young man beside him frowned.
"Hey, are you ok?" h
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