Something wet was trickling into his eyes.
He tried opening them, but it was... strangely painful. Something very hot, very sticky, felt as if it were gluing them shut...
After a few more moments, he tried to pry one eye open and hazily took in the sight of a world flipped at ninety degrees, head pounding and throbbing in the avalanche of noises surrounding. Pale limber fingers twitched, meeting gravel on concrete. Rough terrain that was most certainly not the carpet surface he had been lying on previously. He blinked his one open eye several times, trying to make sense of an unfamiliar area filled to the brim with grim and dirt. His brain stuttered once, twice, taking in the sight of a red stain on a metal pipe not far from where he was lying on the side.
More warm, painful stuff kept trickling into his eyes, making the open one sting with the fury of a thousand needles.
Above, electric squeaks sounded muffled, as though they were coming from very far away. But as he forced his gaze to look a little further to the right, he could faintly make out the cream red and blue rabbit-shaped figures standing just to the side of him, looking with... were those tears filled in their beady eyes?
Callum struggled to push himself up, but the pain in his head had gone from dim to unbearable in moments. His heartbeat was doing that familiar slow cadence once more, as though it were before the end of everything. So he allowed the feathery silk lashes to frame and close on lambent jade marbles for eyes in defeat.
People never noticed him, someone who was nothing more than a wandering ghost at most. Not the best place to take a nap, but beggars can't be choosers.
"Five more minutes..."
A whisper, a hush, a voice in the dark. Nobody would hear the sounds of someone who was simply a wandering void at most.