Daniel is not cognizant of much right now, least of all his surroundings, especially not in their current state of turbid, ever-changing movement. His brain feels worse; his thoughts are equally slippery and untenable, and he cannot hold them. The one rock in this, the one detail that stands out with refreshing starkness and reality, is that he is in pain.
Also he is wet.
And moving.
Three things, then.
Then he strikes something, hard, and it yells and suddenly Daniel's entire vague worldview is altered, as now items two and three have fallen under suspect, because unless his perceptions of reality are deeply shaken (and he would not be surprised if this were the case, because item one remains horribly clear and present and painful and that would definitely be enough to remove any faith he has in his reality outlook), he is no longer moving and while he is still soaked he is no longer in the process of being soaked, an improvement, unless one took into consideration that he is still being continuously soaked in his own blood from the dark brown-red patch leaking out from his abdomen.
Less of an improvement.
Also, he can add a new item, item four, to his rapidly growing checklist of Things That Are Most Definitely Real And He Is Aware Of.
Seth.
Seth is here.
Seth is here and saying something indistinct, and Daniel is going to have to go with vocal recognition here because his glasses are gone and everything is shaky and the room is little more than smeared whorls of gray-black-cold, shot through with red, and brown, and pain, and Seth is yelling and holy shit is he glowing?
And Daniel gasps, and chokes, and spits out blood, because the pain in his abdomen, at one point mercifully dulled by the chaotic tumble of water, abruptly becomes sharper and more realized. Something is happening in that area that he can't see or understand but can most certainly feel because he's aware that he's screaming or groaning or making some loud noise to express the severe and flaring agony surging through him just now.
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Also he is wet.
And moving.
Three things, then.
Then he strikes something, hard, and it yells and suddenly Daniel's entire vague worldview is altered, as now items two and three have fallen under suspect, because unless his perceptions of reality are deeply shaken (and he would not be surprised if this were the case, because item one remains horribly clear and present and painful and that would definitely be enough to remove any faith he has in his reality outlook), he is no longer moving and while he is still soaked he is no longer in the process of being soaked, an improvement, unless one took into consideration that he is still being continuously soaked in his own blood from the dark brown-red patch leaking out from his abdomen.
Less of an improvement.
Also, he can add a new item, item four, to his rapidly growing checklist of Things That Are Most Definitely Real And He Is Aware Of.
Seth.
Seth is here.
Seth is here and saying something indistinct, and Daniel is going to have to go with vocal recognition here because his glasses are gone and everything is shaky and the room is little more than smeared whorls of gray-black-cold, shot through with red, and brown, and pain, and Seth is yelling and holy shit is he glowing?
And Daniel gasps, and chokes, and spits out blood, because the pain in his abdomen, at one point mercifully dulled by the chaotic tumble of water, abruptly becomes sharper and more realized. Something is happening in that area that he can't see or understand but can most certainly feel because he's aware that he's screaming or groaning or making some loud noise to express the severe and flaring agony surging through him just now.