【自留】Fallen From Grace by V(27)
"Hey, I think she's awake!" It says. I swallow again, this time less painful, and try to prop myself up. Then there's another voice, deeper, but still feminine.
"Even so, you shouldn't bother them, Asriel." It says. Asriel, what kind of name is that? "They should rest; they've had a nasty fall." I'm suddenly reminded of throwing myself into the deep cavernous hole, my legs seem to hurt but not enough to warrant them being broken. My fall must've been well broken.
"Okay mom," the first voice, Asriel, says, "but I want to take them their breakfast."
"Okay, Asriel!" The mother says in reply, "Okay, just give them a moment." There's meaningless talking for a while longer but nothing I can make out. I shuffle back down and lay my head back down on the pillows. They're softer than my mattress propped on steel has ever been. Glancing further around the room, I can see a desk, piles of documents towering ominously about it, accompanied by a chair whose legs seem almost to be straining under the weight of whomever used it, or that it was just never given a break.
"Even so, you shouldn't bother them, Asriel." It says. Asriel, what kind of name is that? "They should rest; they've had a nasty fall." I'm suddenly reminded of throwing myself into the deep cavernous hole, my legs seem to hurt but not enough to warrant them being broken. My fall must've been well broken.
"Okay mom," the first voice, Asriel, says, "but I want to take them their breakfast."
"Okay, Asriel!" The mother says in reply, "Okay, just give them a moment." There's meaningless talking for a while longer but nothing I can make out. I shuffle back down and lay my head back down on the pillows. They're softer than my mattress propped on steel has ever been. Glancing further around the room, I can see a desk, piles of documents towering ominously about it, accompanied by a chair whose legs seem almost to be straining under the weight of whomever used it, or that it was just never given a break.