Chapter Five: Hazy Head, Hazy Heart
"Oh god."
The panicky timber of the voice called Sasha back to himself long enough for his eyes to flutter open. The goal post had been moved off of him and now he was laying on his back, somewhere in the back of his mind the teenage incubus was cursing about how you shouldn't move someone with a potential neck injury. Before he could groan out his complaint he caught sight of his savior. Shaggy brown hair and a guitar case strapped firmly to his back, amber colored eyes looking down at him with concern. The name floated just beyond the haze of Sasha's mind, every time he reached for it it slipped away.
Finally he managed to recall it.
It's him.
"Max?"
With that one groggy word out the incubus was gone again.
A/N: Once again I'm sorry for those that read this. Stupid FFN wont let me put empty space into the sorry. An actual chapter may arrive relatively soon.
~ WordDemon