Warmth
Soft
Clean
Sound
Voices
I know those voices
Heero's voice… Trowa's voice...
Quatre's violin…
Safe house. I'm at the safe house with the others.
Hungry
"hu-gy" the word didn't quite get out the way I wanted it to. Trowa helped me sit up when I began struggling, my eyes still closed. I learned a long time ago not to open your eyes in a bright place once they've become accustomed to the dark. It kinda hurt.
"Can you open your eyes?" That must have been Trowa or Wufei?
"Hell no" at least that came out right. "Too bright."
"Heero, get the lights"
"Hn"
"Okay, can you open them?"
"'K, how's this." I opened my eyes and looked around the dark room. I could still make out most the room and Heero still stood over by the lights. "Now can I get some grub? I'm starving to death here." I say with my best smile. I didn't feel hungry but I knew I was.
"Quatre will bring you some chicken soup in a few minutes."
"Thanks. So how's my health?"
"Dehydrated, bruised, half starved, you've caught up with some of your missing sleep but you should stay down for a few days."
"Did I miss anything?"
"We are in a new safe house." Trowa turned and faced Quatre when he entered the room with the cup of soup. "We'll update you later."