Antivenom [February 20, 1964, 1:17 pm]
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groznyj_gradVolgin opened his eyes.
His vision came only in smears of colors, differentiated by darks and lights.
His throat ached, and his mouth felt dry.
He remembered vague things...Alexei, Ocelot, various young women coming in to talk to him about topics he couldn't remember. It all seemed distant now, and he felt so tired. So weak. It angered him at the same time it exhausted him. He wondered vaguely if he could summon his power and charge his body with so much voltage he could purge the poison from him. Too bad he thought of it now, when it was far too late to do so. He couldn't summon the strength to control his power, much the less charge it up. Perhaps he should have tried at the outset, but...
Volgin heard a voice, then, one of the women. Not speaking to him, too far away for that. In the hallway, perhaps. But then there was a short pause, and a shadow made him blink.
He tried to focus, and even though the face above him was a blur, he'd know the accompanying presence anywhere.
"Alyosha," Volgin murmured, raw and soft. "You're back."
His vision came only in smears of colors, differentiated by darks and lights.
His throat ached, and his mouth felt dry.
He remembered vague things...Alexei, Ocelot, various young women coming in to talk to him about topics he couldn't remember. It all seemed distant now, and he felt so tired. So weak. It angered him at the same time it exhausted him. He wondered vaguely if he could summon his power and charge his body with so much voltage he could purge the poison from him. Too bad he thought of it now, when it was far too late to do so. He couldn't summon the strength to control his power, much the less charge it up. Perhaps he should have tried at the outset, but...
Volgin heard a voice, then, one of the women. Not speaking to him, too far away for that. In the hallway, perhaps. But then there was a short pause, and a shadow made him blink.
He tried to focus, and even though the face above him was a blur, he'd know the accompanying presence anywhere.
"Alyosha," Volgin murmured, raw and soft. "You're back."
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Date: 2007-08-29 05:58 pm (UTC)If the poison had affected the Colonel's memory, it was worse than he had thought. He could just not be counting it, since it hadn't been done according to the habits of dismemberment.
Or if he knew something else that put it in a different class.
The pieces of the puzzle shifted on the crowded coffee table of Rakitin's mind. He tried to make them form a shape other than the one they seemed determined to.