[r] here's the now and then

[vertigo]

by nine in the morning, J had already started to stir. his head still spun, but it was more due to the sedatives than due to the ordeal from the previous night. he managed to haul himself into a half-seated position on the bed after some effort and watched neo, a sneaking suspicion at the back of his mind that she might just try out some sort of human food on him.

hah, human food. he supposed that, in hindsight, he had the diet of an ashtray --alcohol, dust and occasionally blood.