NOVEMBER 3
"Ugmh…" Dominic muttered, a soft hum going off in his head.
His eyes refused to move and his fingers barely twitched when he commanded them to move.
He took a deep breath in, swallowing as much air as his sore throat could manage and nearly choked. The air was so filled with medicine that he could taste the bitter-mintiness of it.
"Your majesty!" A voice called out.
Dominic flinched, realizing he wasn't the only one in the room. He tried to get up, but his body refused to move and instead returned his effort with strong hits of pain.
"DON'T MOVE!" The voice commanded.
"I.. would if I..ugh.. Could," Dominic stuttered.
The voice let out a deep breath of relief, "thank god you're alive."
