[ His head feels like it's been filled with cotton when he wake, and even with the painkillers, his body still aches -- though at least it's merely a dull, persistent throb rather than the sharp pains of earlier.
Earlier being-- fuzzy, come to think of it. Dorian can't remember how he found himself here, can barely remember what happened to his wrist that it needed splinting. There was probably an excellent reason for it, he assumes. Probably some stupid accident or other.
When Warren arrives at last, he'll find Dorian sitting up in bed, back against the headboard, and tension leaves Dorian's frame when he spots him in the doorway -- it's as though he was relieved. His gaze softens, and the hint of a smile plays at the corners of his mouth.
Normally, he would say some sort of greeting, but something compels him to wait. Don't speak unless spoken to, that voice says. It doesn't occur to him that he should rebel against that voice. ]
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Earlier being-- fuzzy, come to think of it. Dorian can't remember how he found himself here, can barely remember what happened to his wrist that it needed splinting. There was probably an excellent reason for it, he assumes. Probably some stupid accident or other.
When Warren arrives at last, he'll find Dorian sitting up in bed, back against the headboard, and tension leaves Dorian's frame when he spots him in the doorway -- it's as though he was relieved. His gaze softens, and the hint of a smile plays at the corners of his mouth.
Normally, he would say some sort of greeting, but something compels him to wait. Don't speak unless spoken to, that voice says. It doesn't occur to him that he should rebel against that voice. ]