Salene and Bray:Darkness:Location:Unknown

[_salene_]

Salene smiled when the big piece of wood got close to the wall and started to lean it, trying to get it to cover the air vent so they could block off the cold air a bit, it was too cold in here. "Just a bit, lean in at the top, here, like, yeah like that," she said, then pulled away, "Ahh," she said, brushing her hands off. "Hopefully that will

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[_bray_]

"I'm fine," he said. "And yeah food sounds good." he said, he turned and headed towards the where al their stuff was their stuff? It wasn't their's at all, none of this was, it was someone's game, he thought to hmself shaking his head.

"Your sounding better, that's good,"he said.

[_salene_]

"Yeah," she agreed, moving with him, but breaking away to find her blanket and pick it up when she stumbled into something that could only be cloth. She wrapped it around herself and snuggled into it, well, it was still cold in here, but at least she had the blanket, and well, Bray if need be, but hopefully there would be no need. She shuffled towards the bed, moving in the dark was seeming to get easier but not at all easy. She was adapting, which scared her, but at least it was happening

[_bray_]

"It's alright I'll get it," he said. He bent over, holding his side to try and prevent any more hurt to his wound. "Goals are good... What's our next one?"

He found the bag and picked it up, then carefully sit himself down, and waited to see what Salene would do. He was getting the feeling that she wasn't comfortable around him, and taht worried him.

[_salene_]

"Next goal:Foooood," she said happily, sitting on the bed wrapped up in her blanket all snuggly. "Food then um, well I'm not sure, I think we should excersize everyday as much as we can, when they come to rescue us or if they come down here to do bad things, we want to be in top physical shape and not two slugs in a dark hovel," she sounded as if she'd done this before, but she was just bouncing ideas out of her head and off of her tongue. When she felt him sit down she smiled, "I'm goign to have that cucumber now, and a piece of that loaf, and some water," she said happily, rubbing her hands together.

[_bray_]

"Yeah, stamina up," Bray said, suddently feeling weary. Ironic really. He felt really ill, maybe he shouldn't have eaten. "Er, I'm not feeling too good," he said to Salene. He laid back on the bed, "I'll excercie in a bit," he said struggling to keep his eyes open, and his speech was getting slurred, "I just need a some sleep..." he groaned as a spasm of pain shot through his shoulder, as he writhed in pain, he knocked over the bottle of water it's contents spilling onto the floor and soaking into the mattress and the blanket hed been sat on.

[_salene_]

Salene had almost finished her cucumber and bread when she heard Bray sort of sound droopy then fall to the bed. She heard something fall with a thud then what sounded like water escaping a jug and she jumped, reaching around the other side of the bed, almost laying ontop of the bag between she and Bray, "Hey you spilled the water!" she cried, only semi-amused. When he gave no response, she reached out and patted his leg, "Bray? You alright?"

No response came..and she was still feeling the effects of her panic attack, which made her heart start to race. "Bray? Oh for the love of," she reached out and found a shoulder, "Bray?" she gave him a shake.

[_bray_]

Bray, opened his eyes as Salene was shaking him... it hurt, she was grabbing his left arm which was pulling on the shoulder that was hurting. "Ah," he said, he pulled himself up, but he felt dizzy. "Sorry, just feeling," he paused trying to get the words out, "Just feeling a little tired. G-guess i'm not used to doing so much, even after a day, huh?" he tried to sound joking. "So shall we," he paused again as another spasm of apin shot through his arm, "Get on with the excercies?"

[_salene_]

Salene didn't say a word, her hand shot up and found his face, searching around for his forehead, feeling there. Was he hot? She couldn't tell, her hands were cold from the room, so she held her wrist to his forehead, "I think you have a fever," she said in a whisper. Oh great, just great, he was sick after all. "What aren't you telling me Bray? Is your side hurting more than before? Is it hurting at all? Itching? What are you keeping from me?" She sounded demanding, most of all she sounded angry and under it all there was a hint of her panic and madness. She frowned and wild thoughts went racing through her mind, her captors had thrown her down here, wounding up her companion so she would go a little crazy, not be able to take care of him in the dark, that bastard! Or..maybe Bray was in on it all, maybe he was torturing her, he had slapped her earlier after all. She shook her head and tried to clear her thoughts, "What's going on Bray?"