Drip...
Drip...
Drip...
The constant feel of those drops on his skin annoys him, especially since it woke him up. Which is strange in of itself, because he doesn't recall falling asleep.
Where are those infernal drops coming from, anyway?
Slowly, he cracks open his eyes, only to shut them again a second later. It hurts.
The numbness from sleep is retreating, and the pain is settling in. It starts as a dull ache, but its intensity grows rapidly until it's robbing him of breath, leaving him gasping. His eyes are on fire. If only he could get his arms to respond, he could be clawing them out instead.
A cool hand settles over his face, before he feels a warmth. He can see a green glow behind his eyelids, and he sighs with relief as the pain subsides. Now that it has receded, he can tell that he's been hurt in other places as well.
So he hadn't slept at all, it seems. He must have passed out instead.
Hesitantly, he opens his eyes again. He can only see a blur of black and green and pink.
"Stay with me." A voice so hauntingly familiar pleads, but he still can't place it. It wobbles and breaks as it continues. "Please, just stay with me."
Does he even have an option? He couldn't move a bone in his body, how is he supposed to go anywhere? How stupid.
He tries to tell the voice this too, but nothing more than a wheeze of air passes his lips. He suddenly feels drained of energy, and gives into the temptation of sleep, even with the constant annoyance of those drops that taste salty.