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Apr. 26th, 2005 07:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sealieThe damp, cold floor was a welcoming sensation to Jim's body. Pushing up with one hand, he confirmed his location with a grateful sigh.
"What's wrong?" Blair asked as he helped Jim sit up. "You look wasted. You okay? Anything hurt? Tell me-"
"Sandburg, just give me a second here." Moving with stiff, unsure motions, Jim rose to his feet, annoyed to find he needed Blair under on arm to stand. He was back in the catacomb.
Ignoring Jim’s request, Blair fired more questions. “-what happened, man. I didn’t even know you were zoned. Your *were* zoned, right? I mean it looked like that to me…”
Stumbling to sit on a nearby wooden packing crate, Jim cradled his head in both palms, letting Blair’s tirade wash over him. Nothing hurt, but his thoughts were slow to catch up to the rest of his body. The room was blurry. Blair’s voice sounded too far away. Jim took a deep breath.
A second later everything felt a little better. Blair had even shut up. He crouched before Jim, a mix of concern and fear on his face.
“Better?” Blair asked in a quiet voice.
Jim nodded, feeling more than a little stupid. “You mind if we finish this up later? I think the jet lag hit. Or maybe it was that beer you made me drink.”
Blair scrambled to help Jim stand again. “Sure, let’s go catch a game or something. We’ll just ‘veg’ on the sofa and eat take-out. You sure you’re okay? You really freaked me out.”
“Get your pack, Sandburg.” Jim let the wall hold him up while Blair gathered up his stuff and crammed it back into his back. They took the stairs back up to the main floor, told Coates they’d be back tomorrow and left.
Jim didn’t tell Blair about the orb that followed them to the entrance, trailing at a respectful distance.
"What's wrong?" Blair asked as he helped Jim sit up. "You look wasted. You okay? Anything hurt? Tell me-"
"Sandburg, just give me a second here." Moving with stiff, unsure motions, Jim rose to his feet, annoyed to find he needed Blair under on arm to stand. He was back in the catacomb.
Ignoring Jim’s request, Blair fired more questions. “-what happened, man. I didn’t even know you were zoned. Your *were* zoned, right? I mean it looked like that to me…”
Stumbling to sit on a nearby wooden packing crate, Jim cradled his head in both palms, letting Blair’s tirade wash over him. Nothing hurt, but his thoughts were slow to catch up to the rest of his body. The room was blurry. Blair’s voice sounded too far away. Jim took a deep breath.
A second later everything felt a little better. Blair had even shut up. He crouched before Jim, a mix of concern and fear on his face.
“Better?” Blair asked in a quiet voice.
Jim nodded, feeling more than a little stupid. “You mind if we finish this up later? I think the jet lag hit. Or maybe it was that beer you made me drink.”
Blair scrambled to help Jim stand again. “Sure, let’s go catch a game or something. We’ll just ‘veg’ on the sofa and eat take-out. You sure you’re okay? You really freaked me out.”
“Get your pack, Sandburg.” Jim let the wall hold him up while Blair gathered up his stuff and crammed it back into his back. They took the stairs back up to the main floor, told Coates they’d be back tomorrow and left.
Jim didn’t tell Blair about the orb that followed them to the entrance, trailing at a respectful distance.
