Tommy rouses slightly when he's moved, but in that blurry way that had swum around him when Hughes and his thugs had taken him to that dark warehouse or whatever it had been, when Patrick had leaned over him and they had discussed him like he wasn't even there.
There were two of them, he knows. He can tell. He can't see them, but he can hear them over his head. Her voice--she has a lilt to it, not so unlike Tatiana.
"Fuck," he breathes, trying to shove up onto his elbows. Even without being able to look around, his head swims. His stomach twists uncomfortable. "Fuck. No hospital."
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Date: 2018-12-03 01:33 am (UTC)There were two of them, he knows. He can tell. He can't see them, but he can hear them over his head. Her voice--she has a lilt to it, not so unlike Tatiana.
"Fuck," he breathes, trying to shove up onto his elbows. Even without being able to look around, his head swims. His stomach twists uncomfortable. "Fuck. No hospital."