Mar. 26th, 2010

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The first thing Mike is aware of as his mind slowly limps its way back towards consciousness, is how much that hurt. What caused it, and what it in turned caused, he's not so sure of just yet. But yeouch! Yeah, that smarted a bit more than it should have. Like...the ripping off of a band-aid, but bigger and more encompassing.

He tries to move, and groans. Moving hurts. Groaning hurts. Even hearing his own groaning hurts.

A heart beat later and the battle honed reflex portions of his mind sputter to life.
What happened? Where were you last? What's the last thing you remember?

Blue.
He remembers blue.

Then black.

But before then, before the black, and the blue light, there was....

"Mel?" his voice cracks in a weird way which results in a peal of coughing.

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