A dull sort of awareness had returned to Tasha, worming its way through the haze of her sedatives. She was unable to really move due to the sedatives, restraints notwithstanding, aside from a languid blinking of her eyes. Even turning her head seemed like too much effort. She just stared across the room at the door. Waiting. Waiting for someone to come to see her. Hell, even just waiting for another injection so that she could go back to sleep.
Absently, she wished there was a television or something in the room.
( Hallucinations )
Absently, she wished there was a television or something in the room.
( Hallucinations )