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The pain was excruciating, that much was obvious to Elias' drugged mind. Everything else seemed dull and muted, a mere background the the main attraction: Toil and agony.

Elias opened his eyes and looked over at Alexis wit his eyes only. A small smile crossed his lips as he restrained another groan of pain, enjoying her beautiful features. [color=royalblue]"Fine morning, ain't it?"[/color]

The mere vibration of his voice deep in his chest hurt his shoulder, but it was bearable. He needed to figure out what happened and who knew what. Even in his intoxicated state, it was easy to see that someone of great medical skill had been brought it, and the faint memory of waking up during surgery revealed more than one person operating on him.

Elias shut his eyes again and groaned lightly, struggling to focus on anything but the pain. The faint tingles in his right arm as it awoke from the pressure Alexis' head had put on it during the night, the fiery image of her hair in his mind's eye, the faint smell of decay meeting floral plants.

A long moment passed before he spoke again. [color=royalblue]"What happened last night?"[/color]