muse_shuffle | February Disc Two

Track 18. How did we get here?
Well, I used to know you so well, yeah.
But how did we get here?
Well, I think I know
[‘Decode’ – Paramore]

Tim just knew he wasn’t hung over when he woke up. It was a slow wade back to consciousness and he felt more like he would after getting thumped in the head a few times. That smell, too. He knew it. Hospital smell. He swallowed slowly a few times, trying to will the smell out of his senses, and opened his eyes slightly to try and take in his surroundings. He felt heavily tired and his stomach was sore, but nothing like it had been. Before, it had been murder. Beyond that, though, he didn’t seem to have any recollection of events. No, wait. He did remember being in an ambulance… at least, he thought he remembered it. It wasn’t like that was going to be something in his dreams.

( “I should kill ya’, ya know,” a voice drawled beside him... )

itwontstopme, supermarketsam and pantherscoach referenced with permission


Word Count | 852

RP with supermarketsam | The wake of the non-hangover

The doctor was talking at him, but Tim wasn't really listening. Actually, it was more a fact he didn't particularly understand what was being said to him beyond the fact he wasn't allowed to eat or drink, so the bastard wanted to shove yet another needle in his gut to feed him. He already had two in his arm which were bandaged to cover the sight of the horrible thing piercing his skin. The doctor was now leaving and Tim was post panic attack at the third IV feeding into him. He had been close to hysteria when the doctor - aided by two nurses - injected something else into the line already in his arm and Tim now felt oddly calm, much like he had just finished a joint.

His head drooped a little to the side and his eyes followed the doctor and his nurses as they left the room, but in their wake he found Sam hovering in the doorway. He smiled tiredly at her. "Hey," he mumbled.