It was just before noon when Daniel finally awoke. After only one dose he could already feel the subtle tingling on his lips as the leftover residue from the poison left his body. His eyes barely opened, held together with rubbish and grit. His throat was dry, and tongue numb. It was several seconds before saliva once more began to moisten his mouth, and the taste it brought was unpleasant. Every movement sent shooting pains through his temples, threatening to topple him. Yet despite this he felt better than he had the night before.
The thumping of his heart brought with it a beat matched in pain at his temples as his eyes squinted against the light in an attempt to dull the sensitivity. Moments passed until he sat fully on the edge of the bed. His hands fumbled his leather skin only to f
