The same thought that, ‘None of this is of the good’ kept repeating in his mind. That fact, combined with the multiple number of beds lining the room, brought him to the conclusion this was more of an infirmary than a hospital. For one thing the place was far too pristine and sterile to be a hospital. Taking in his surroundings, he quickly dismissed any and all of his previous conclusions. All I need is to be charged with public drunkenness or something like that.’ He was silently cursing himself as he opened his eyes. ‘I don’t remember ever checking into a hotel last night.’ The second was the smell of antiseptics. The first thought that went through Xander’s aching head was that he was on a bed. Then, after living in a never ending battle for the past few years, the habit of becoming fully conscious immediately had been ingrained to the point that it was now of a second nature. Years living with abusive parents had taught him a valuable lesson of waking up immediately. Then, slowly, you begin to gain your bearings and rise fully into the land of the living. Next, you have the sudden urge to go back into the land of the unconscious. First you slowly wake, not quite sure of what is happening around you. Given that RL starts co-operating with me.I'll have some more parts out 'll try.I promise that I'll try :) Oh.and in reguards to 'the pool' that's going on.if anyone has any suggestions for a ease leave your recommendation.if i like it better than mine (or enough people ask for someone) I may just use it -) Anyways.hope you enjoy! ******** For most people returning to consciousness comes in stages.
I *could* bore you with my RL problems, as to why I haven't updated until now.but instead I'll just apologize profusely.and post these two short chapters.
Hello to any and all that read, and hopefully like, this fic.
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