Ashburn
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Ash fitfully tried to sleep, the pain making the task incredibly difficult. For two hours he lay immobile, fearing any motion would make the pain worse. Finally, at the end of the third hour, the pain dulled enough for Ash to fall asleep. The deep sleep engulfed his fatigued body, his whole being was dragged into the deepest sleep it had ever seen.
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Time jump 16 hours
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Ash's eyes fluttered open drowsily as he finally awoke. His back was still sore, but no more so than if he had been working out the day before. He couldn't help but wonder if it was a nightmare, because it seemed unreal that he would already have healed so much. The clock on the nightstand showed it to be a little past 9 AM, though his stomach already seemed to know. It was growling loudly at having not eaten for nearly 24 hours.
Lifting his head Ash looked at Eric with a smile and a blush.
'How did I ever get so lucky?' he thought to himself 'He looks so cute sleeping there.'
He loathed to disturb him, but he really was starving. The trauma from last night had exhausted his body and it needed food to recover. Ash slowly crawled off Eric, wincing as the scabs on his back cracked. He had not noticed yet but his wings had folded themselves neatly behind him, giving him an odd feathered hump. Taking a deep breath Ash stood on the floor beside the bed, and with a loud thump Ash hit the floor as his back protested the idea of standing.
Ash cussed loudly on the floor in Quebecois French, annoyed at his inability to stand.
Annoyed, sore, tired, starving, thirsty
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Ash fitfully tried to sleep, the pain making the task incredibly difficult. For two hours he lay immobile, fearing any motion would make the pain worse. Finally, at the end of the third hour, the pain dulled enough for Ash to fall asleep. The deep sleep engulfed his fatigued body, his whole being was dragged into the deepest sleep it had ever seen.
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Time jump 16 hours
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Ash's eyes fluttered open drowsily as he finally awoke. His back was still sore, but no more so than if he had been working out the day before. He couldn't help but wonder if it was a nightmare, because it seemed unreal that he would already have healed so much. The clock on the nightstand showed it to be a little past 9 AM, though his stomach already seemed to know. It was growling loudly at having not eaten for nearly 24 hours.
Lifting his head Ash looked at Eric with a smile and a blush.
'How did I ever get so lucky?' he thought to himself 'He looks so cute sleeping there.'
He loathed to disturb him, but he really was starving. The trauma from last night had exhausted his body and it needed food to recover. Ash slowly crawled off Eric, wincing as the scabs on his back cracked. He had not noticed yet but his wings had folded themselves neatly behind him, giving him an odd feathered hump. Taking a deep breath Ash stood on the floor beside the bed, and with a loud thump Ash hit the floor as his back protested the idea of standing.
Ash cussed loudly on the floor in Quebecois French, annoyed at his inability to stand.
Annoyed, sore, tired, starving, thirsty