[Ronan sucks in a breath as he comes to life again, finally able to move after his recent awakening. The inside of his mouth feels cut on the jagged edges, his head hurts, his stomach is turning over itself. The wasps are still there- he can hear them as they start to scatter, some of them flying out from under the cot.]
Shit.
[He winces, lifting his gaze toward Bruce, as if only just now discovering that he's here.]
no subject
Shit.
[He winces, lifting his gaze toward Bruce, as if only just now discovering that he's here.]
...shit.