Seth's freezing cold. He's leaning up against a concrete wall - it's dark, even when he opens his eyes, and he can hear dripping water in the distance. Metallic noises - contracting steel, brittle piping and gauges - filter through the haze from all angles. It's a haze he can't bring himself out of.
He's not sure he wants to, actually. Escaping it might alert him to harm he didn't know he'd sustained, or make him remember what had happened to bring him down to this basement.
He brings a numb hand to his front of his head. A dull throbbing, and a thick line of wet, tells him that he's taken a hit at some point.
And it's so cold. It's really cold, from what he can tell. Which isn't really a whole lot, because he can't even feel his feet that much. Seth tries to move his legs - maybe just stretch them out a little bit - but it doesn't really work very well.
It's easier to swim in and out of consciousness until he can think straight, it seems.
When Seth wakes up, he feels warmer.
Perhaps it's the light streaming through the cracks of the room... Wherever this room happens to be. Maybe it's because he can hear the rustling of leaves, instead of the crinkling of metal as it folds in on itself. Maybe he's just about to die - he remembers, vaguely, reading about freezing to death. How you feel warmer just before you die. Your brain fools itself into thinking about heat... One last mind trick. Seth wouldn't mind that at all.
...But it could be the hoodie that he's tucked into. Just maybe.
hoody and the 2006!cast are hard to write as pairings... hmm.
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