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[Nox]

There wasn't much Nox could do. There was pain, and he was so tired. He'd been healed, but not by Jay, unless he'd learned something quickly in the few hours they'd been apart. He didn't even want to think about it. What they'd done, but the snatches of images form his memory poured though his mind, almost enough to make him blush. But the images were blurred, the feelings though Nox could remember that. It was what had awoken in the lust filled dream that had happened.

Pushing the thoughts out was harder than it should be. He was exhausted. After his fall Nox couldn't really do much it hurt, at least his ears had stop ringing. So tired.

People started trying to unfurl him, but he couldn't move to yank out of their grasp, he just wanted to be left alone. Dorian was near by, his hand on his shoulder with reassuring words. "Nox, it's just the paramedics. Let them do their work."


Nox stopped struggling. He tried to stay awake but once they had him on his back it was too difficult. They'd drugged him, he knew that. "For the pain."

Last thing Nox remembered was Dorian saying. "I'll meet you at the hospital."