Vladimir. Sounds like one hell of a name. He nodded slightly before he shifted his legs a bit, never really liking to have them on their backs. He shifted until he was laying on his left side but his arm protested so he had to lay on his back. His green eyes finally closed and he couldn't help but mutter a small thank you as he let the darkness take hold of him and pull him into a dream, or nightmare. His wounds ached, but the pained dulled as his mind drifted closer and closer to dreamland.
__________________
"Tick Tock, Jake. Time is Dead Kids."
|