"Feel sick," he muttered, swallowing thickly in an effort to battle his nausea. It didn't help, but in hindsight he would be almost grateful for as hellish as he felt at the moment, his misery all he had room for at the moment, what had happened and what he had done as fuzzy as the room had been under how weak he felt.
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Date: 2011-03-06 11:10 pm (UTC)