CCC (Custom Comfort Corner)

CCC (For LJT) "Becoming Conscious"

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)/Peter Pan/Blaine Anderson
Author: LJT

Background: You wake up in a strange car. You have no idea where you are and how you got there. Your head is pounding and blasting with pain. You weave in and out of consciousness before you realize you aren't alone in the vehicle..

-Open-

You slowly blink your eyes open. Your head is pounding in agony. You flicker your eyes open the minute you feel vibrating. As you find consciousness again, you see passing bursts of light. You barely open to see that they are street lights. The lights are gone as soon as they appear, racing by you. Then you realize you are looking at them through a glass window. You sigh in pain as a hand rests on your shoulder. "Is she okay? Is she awake?" A male voice asks. You zone in and out of consciousness, wondering with the smallest part of knowledge as to where you are.

"She's—I think she's fine..she's blinking her eyes...that's a good thing, right?" Another male voice said. Were you being kidnapped? Were you being taken to a warehouse to be murdered? What was happening? "I-I think we should take her to a hospital.." the same male voice said to the other person. You tried to move your head up to let them know you heard them but the pain was so much that it hurt to even think about moving.

"I..I think you might be right.." the first male agreed. You make every effort to say something—anything, but the words were stuck in your swollen throat. With everything inside you that was still remaining of your weariness, you mumble "Water...". You see out of the corner of your eye one of the male's turning to look at you in shock. The first male stuttered but then said "Y-Yeah..get her some water..!" There was fiddling in the back of the car before you feel a cold liquid on your skin.

One of the boys twisted the cap off of the bottle and lifted the top to your lips. You felt a big hand wrap around your head, tilting your head back. The cool water ran into your mouth and you gathered it up, cherishing the liquid like it was the most divine thing ever, before you reluctantly pushed the water into your throat. The hydrating water had never been more difficult yet reliving in the same moment. You gulped a few more sips before you gently moved your head away to indicate you were done.

The bottle was taken away from you as you struggled to push yourself up out of the position you were in. As you grew more and more aware of your surroundings, you began to realize that you were in some sort of vehicle—-a car, you guessed. The man in the driver's seat kept looking at the road and then back at you, checking up on you. You realized it couldn't have been that man that was holding your head and giving you water, so it must've been the other passenger. I blinked to look to the right of me, behind the guy in the driver's seat. You still weren't fully conscious yet, but you could still get an image of the two men.

You noticed that the driver was a younger man, probably 18 or 19, he had smooth, black hair and warm hazel eyes. He seemed to glimmer in the light, his face flashed to color as the lights went over the car. He was wearing a gray patterned polo shirt with black bow tie and gray dress pants. How was he able to drive in those pants? You didn't know. He looked fairly slim and somewhat tall. Of course you couldn't tell because he was sitting down, but just from observation, he looked about 5'7. He kept looking over at you with those glittering eyes, checking to see what you were doing and how you were.

The other man looked about the same age as the driver, but much different in appearance. This man had brown eyes that matched his brown hair. He was wearing an olive vince military jacket with a black zip up hoodie and a white t-shirt underneath. He had on dark blue jeans and what you thought would be gray Nike tennis shoes on, but you weren't for sure. He was also showing an unhealthy amount of concern for the situation, often glancing around the car and looking through the back window. You didn't know what to think of the situation, but you knew you weren't in danger anymore.