Clear and streaming through his lids. Waking him up. Calisto, stiff in his arms and neck, pushed himself up from whatever he had been slumped over. A steering wheel. Then there was pain. Radiating and sharp. It started in his neck, traveled through his upper torso and limbs, and straight down his back. He sucked in a harsh gulp of air and then let out a groan, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel as he tried to ride the waves of pain to a more manageable state. It didn’t help all that much. As much as he blinked and stared around, he couldn’t quite make out what was wrong or where he was. The blurred vision probably didn’t help any, and neither did the pounding headache making him cringe and wince with each and every movement. Then, when he did wince, a stinging pain seared through his cheek. Calisto smacked his mouth, feeling the dryness there.
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