When Denver woke up he couldn't move instead he was bruised and everything was painful. He could only remember the
sun
being bright and his face felt burnt. When he woke up again he didn't know how he ended up surrounded by white. He drifted out of consciousness and when he woke up again there was a tube in his mouth and machines beeping around him. He lost consciousness and during this felt like he was a jelly fish. Moving with giant deep ocean waves. Crashing when they crashed and retreating back into the ocean with them. Just drifting. When he woke up again he coughed, and the room was black. With a a single noise synchronized to his beating heart.
After all that Blue took off, but the only way back was hitch hiking or walking. People were taking pictures of him with their phones. He just had to move he just had to go. He walked, as calmly as he could but his heart was beating and there were tears in his eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Memories of his family collided with the picture of Denvers face. And he was just so mad he saw red. He was thirsty. And he heard people calling for him, but he kept walking. Denver wouldn't say anything he was too close. They were too close. He saw lights flashing.
