He attempts to sit up several times, but none of them take. Each is worse than the last, leaving Athos to collapse back upon the bed in order to stare up at the fiery-haired woman whom he doesn't recall. At least her hair is red, though. Ghosts of brunettes still haunt his waking nightmares and he does not think he could cope with someone so closely resembling her.
"Where am I?" Athos manages, his voice rough and heavy as he grips the sheets of the bed to haul himself up. "Who are you?" He wonders if it's too forward to demand some water, for his throat or his head, he's yet to decide which is in the worse situation.
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Date: 2015-04-16 11:35 pm (UTC)"Where am I?" Athos manages, his voice rough and heavy as he grips the sheets of the bed to haul himself up. "Who are you?" He wonders if it's too forward to demand some water, for his throat or his head, he's yet to decide which is in the worse situation.