(A-Z Challenge, read sequentially from A-Z! [Hint: Click HERE and scroll to the bottom.] Or don’t, that’s fine, too.)
—–”Xenbucin and a bit of sleep and he’ll b…” The words trailed off as he tried to reach up to rub his temple, eyes still closed. The needle in his arm dug deeper into his vein, causing him to stop. His eyelids were like anvils, his chin a violent throbbing, tubes were across his face, and he couldn’t open his mouth to speak.
—–He finally managed to open his eyelids to see a thin layer of light before two shapes came into focus. ‘The med-bay? Must be,’ his thoughts were sluggish and distant. Turning his head slightly he saw the backs of the two figures exiting the room, they didn’t seem to notice him coming to. Against the opposite corner where the figures exited was a locker door still askew and inside he could see his red and purple hued armor shoved uncaring on a shelf within. He struggled to remember what happened. He could only recall waiting in the corridor for the guards to clear out, then suddenly the wind in his lungs exploding out of him, followed by the rushing of the steel floor into his face with a red flashing of light behind his eyes before the blackness came over him.