“I know, bud, I know,” a warm hand had gripped his, and he could feel the slight poked of nails. “I can’t see anything…” Were the first words that his brain strung together. Evan had gone to Canada to spend time with family, and Jon wasn’t one who liked planes or cars enough to leave North Carolina. For, they had been not been in state when everyone else was. Yet, why would he be here? How could he have been here…in fact how had Evan been there? “Hey Ty, how ya feelin’?” It was Delirious- Jonathan. It had a hint of southern, slightly slurred or jumbled words, and the undertone of insanity that could be debated if real. Not the ones of Irish or British, nor was it Canadian.
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The faint sound of snoring made itself known to him after a longer period of just listening, and he made sure to make a noise - alerting whoever was with him.Īn accented voice was what came after. He didn’t even recall falling back into the dark. That annoying beep rung in his ears as he woke for the second time. He could feel himself drift between consciousness. Soon enough, commotion filled the room - light voices noted off as professionals. Everything ached with pain and a grunt vibrated his bruised ribs. His friend must’ve got the memo because before he knew it, a cold glass was being pressed against his stinging bottom lip.Įverything stung. No words muttered in response - being clogged up in a dry throat. His finger twitched, he knew it did, because soon it was scooped into another hand and his friends voice was heard again, “Tyler? Hey, can you hear me?” Among the echoing beeps he heard voices - one immediately recognized as a good friend. Blue eyes swollen shut with irritation and injury. Whatever happened after was a distant jumble of lights and shouting, the only thing being comprehensible was the warm and slim arms that wrapped around his broken body.
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His vision was blurry, and darkening with each word that reached his ears - with each punch that hit his skin. He wasn’t one to stand down in a fight, especially with someone like the person before him, but how could he keep himself up on broken ankles? How could throw a punch with a dislocated shoulder? How could he see with swelling bruised eyes? Anyways, without further ado, I hope you enjoy my contribution to the March Madness Event Day Two: Green.Ī stream of warmth trickled down the side of his face as fowl words spewed out of the chapped mouth of the one in front of him. Note: I wrote this at two and edited it at nine (right when I woke up), so please excuse if I missed any errors.