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Whumptober Day 1: ‘But now the room is spinning and I’m just trying to fill in all of the gaps’

A/N: Hey hello, teeny tiny snippet here. I wanted to write something and this is all i managed, written just now. so... eep ':)

CW: vomit, emeto, implied drugging, implied kidnapping

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Cillian blinked, looked around, and could see nothing. There was concrete beneath and behind him, a muffled rolling of quiet voices somewhere above, and the clunking of what might have been old pipes. The air was damp and, though not freezing, Cillian was stiff and aching with cold.

He felt that he should be more worried than he was, but there was a flat, dampening layer over his fear. He knew rationally that he shouldn’t be here, that he’d fucked up, that this seemed like a way he might end up dead. But he was struggling to know what had happened, and why he’d care.

A violent roll of nausea had his guts clenching, folding him over with a groan. Nothing much came up. Even that didn’t worry him, as he stared vaguely into the darkness, thinking of not much at all.

The barely audible voices above him stopped, the silence holding more of a presence than the quiet noises had. Cillian felt himself paying slightly more attention, though he wasn’t sure why. Perhaps a part of him was waiting for something to happen.

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