Post by Hakfu Song on Jul 2, 2006 2:02:45 GMT -5
Well... This is Embaressing
Huh... blood covering eyes, body feels slightly dried, but hair is soaking wet.. what the hel-
..Oh yea... I lost to D.. I lost to Darah, my freedom for the next two months, and about $700 dollars, among other things. Right. Wonderful. He stared into his eyelids for about six minutes, not wanting to open them. Ugh. This felt.. agh. Agh.
"..My head... how long have I been out for..?"
Nurse's Voice: "Fourteen minutes. We patched up your wounds fairly quickly, wasn't anything severe. We dried you a little bit as well."
Hakfu opened his eyes. Well, his right eye. Didn't feel like opening his left, for some reason. He stared into the white ceiling.
"..Darah... are you here?"
Looking around, expectantly, he expected to be responded to by something along the lines of, 'yes, daddy, what is it?' or something like that. Yes, he looked around expectantly. His weapons were to his left side, lying against the wall. But, he felt like crap, and he didn't want to get them. Commiting suicide would be honorable, after that disgraceful defeat, but he was too lazy, and right now, his head hurt like hell.
"..Come on, Darah... 'daddy's freaking waiting.."
Ow. Head. Pain. Hurt.
Huh... blood covering eyes, body feels slightly dried, but hair is soaking wet.. what the hel-
..Oh yea... I lost to D.. I lost to Darah, my freedom for the next two months, and about $700 dollars, among other things. Right. Wonderful. He stared into his eyelids for about six minutes, not wanting to open them. Ugh. This felt.. agh. Agh.
"..My head... how long have I been out for..?"
Nurse's Voice: "Fourteen minutes. We patched up your wounds fairly quickly, wasn't anything severe. We dried you a little bit as well."
Hakfu opened his eyes. Well, his right eye. Didn't feel like opening his left, for some reason. He stared into the white ceiling.
"..Darah... are you here?"
Looking around, expectantly, he expected to be responded to by something along the lines of, 'yes, daddy, what is it?' or something like that. Yes, he looked around expectantly. His weapons were to his left side, lying against the wall. But, he felt like crap, and he didn't want to get them. Commiting suicide would be honorable, after that disgraceful defeat, but he was too lazy, and right now, his head hurt like hell.
"..Come on, Darah... 'daddy's freaking waiting.."
Ow. Head. Pain. Hurt.
