Ffffffffffuck! Stop. Hands, check. Legs, check. Face, cold, wet, but check. Genitalia, check. Thank fuck for the last one. Right okay so where am I? Light, lots of light. Too much. I can't quite seem to focus and I can't quite seem to close my eyes again to shield them from he light. Or maybe I can, maybe I just didn't think to do it until that moment. I try to close them again'� no luck.

Right okay so where am I? My head is tilted back, so far I can hardly feel it anymore, I must have been laying like this for hours. That's why it's so bright, I'm staring right up into the ceiling, into the light. I don't seem to be able to move, and the light burns my eyes. At least I can move them, but all I can see is that fucking light.

Right okay so where am I? My hands grip the handles of a chair. Okay so I'm sitting down. Ah yes I realise that now, my body curved and my lap in place. I feel a trickle of fluid fall slowly down my face. Blood? Sweat? I wait. It passes my eyes'� nose'� mouth. I taste it. Sweat. Thank God. Right okay so where am I?

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Clock.

clock!!! The clock! I sit bolt upright taking all my strength to heave the deadweight of my head on my neck off of the back of the chair in which I am apparently sitting. This effort makes my spine feel like razor-wire shredding through the skin on my back. I hear a sickening crack'� and retch.

'Disgusting'�

A voice! I swing my eyes round to the source and in front of me, across the room I see a solitary figure sat amid a row of chairs. The chairs seem to go on forever to the left and to the right of the figure, who seems shrouded in light at this point. No, the figure is clear, it's my eyes. I can still move them at least. At least I can move them. I swing them right and left, left and right. My eyelids crumple as I force them together, attempting to fend off the last of the light that remains in front of my eyes as a black shroud.

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