#42 – Sensory Overload
Everything was black. Blinking rapidly seemed to have no effect. And his head hurt... a lot. His mouth opened and a pained hiss spilled forth. Muffled conversation wafted in and out of his hearing range, but he couldn’t for the life of him tell what was being said. He desperately wanted to call out to whoever was there to help ease some of his pain but his serpentine tongue felt like lead inside his mouth. He settled for another hiss. This seemed to attract some sort of attention as the voices were silenced and the sound of footsteps against tile echoed around the unknown space instead.
“It’s awake. Get the professor’s son in here. He knows the most about it.”
There was only darkness and silence for several minutes.
“Why do you have a blindfold over his eyes?”
His leeku twitched a bit toward the new voice. It seemed different than the others, not as deep.