Oxford: In Jail - do not pass go, do not collect $$

Mar 24, 2008 10:25

The first thing he noticed was the pounding in his skull, it centred on a point on the back of his head just above his neck and it throbbed with every beat of his heart.
Bran groaned and then decided noise wasn't the best thing for his achy head. The cool stone under his cheek was the only respite from that heated pain. He turned his head slowly to the side trying not to jar it. Squinting his eyes carefully open he noticed that it was dark. Not too dark to see but dark enough that he couldn't see far.

His fingers curled and uncurled and he brought a hand up to the base of his skull, cradling it and checking to see if there was any wetness from blood.

Even better, there appeared to be dried blood in his hair. He winced and moved to sit up, flinching as pain shot through his skull again. It took him a moment and some adjustment before he could lean against the cell wall. He had by now determined it was a cell, he could make out some sort of metal pattern on the far wall, although anything beyond it was shadowy at best. His throat was dry and he swallowed a few times before attempting any speech. "Kaylee?" his voice was hoarse when it finally came out. He squinted into the darkness of the cell looking for the girl.

kaylee frye, bran davies, malcolm reynolds, oxford

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