006 [ action ]
[ one useable hand and knots tightened by struggle makes for a very, very slow escape process. but he is patient, he has to be, because too much more time with the restraints being this tight would probably mean he'll lose hands and feet.
pick, pick, pick. it keeps him distracted from the pain and the nausea. and, finally, his right hand begins to tingle as the blood rushed back into his fingers. what there is to go rushing in, anyway. he forces himself to sit up, and immediately dry heaves over the side of the bed, spitting out saliva and bile. wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he goes to work on the others, pitching forward and barely holding himself up on his elbows when he finishes.
walking is agony, but there's no choice but to bear it. he remembers what he did, why he did it, and this time, he swallows the pain because it will make him stronger, not because it serves him right for being... even he can't explain what happened to him.
no one in the apartment, so limps out into the hallway and then outside. he needs to find the hospital. or, better, someone who can show him how to get there. but in the meantime, he'll take very small steps heading down the street. ]
((ooc: de-crazed Suzaku would like some halp. any passers-by want to give him a hand?))
pick, pick, pick. it keeps him distracted from the pain and the nausea. and, finally, his right hand begins to tingle as the blood rushed back into his fingers. what there is to go rushing in, anyway. he forces himself to sit up, and immediately dry heaves over the side of the bed, spitting out saliva and bile. wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he goes to work on the others, pitching forward and barely holding himself up on his elbows when he finishes.
walking is agony, but there's no choice but to bear it. he remembers what he did, why he did it, and this time, he swallows the pain because it will make him stronger, not because it serves him right for being... even he can't explain what happened to him.
no one in the apartment, so limps out into the hallway and then outside. he needs to find the hospital. or, better, someone who can show him how to get there. but in the meantime, he'll take very small steps heading down the street. ]
((ooc: de-crazed Suzaku would like some halp. any passers-by want to give him a hand?))