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thisavrou_log2017-03-10 06:59 pm
shiro2hero) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-03-10 06:59 pm
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that single solitary guide
Who: Shiro & Pidge
When: seriously backdated to mid-February, after the Eosoros Disaster
Where: Ingress Complex Medical Center
What: Pidge checks in on her team leader. Don't do painkillers, kids. It ends badly.
Warnings: Possibly trauma talk? Hospitals and Injuries?
It's only been a day or so since he first came to. Probably less. But he's been drifting in and out too much to really know for sure -- and he hates it. It makes the room feel hazy. It looks like too many different things at once. Sure, no one's put him under, directly, but the combination of injury and painkillers is hard to fight.
He knows Angela was there. Knows she was looking after things. And that's helped. A lot, actually. Kept him from clawing out of the bed to go looking for his team in a daze.
But Angela is human, and at some point, the poor woman has to eat or take care of something. And when he jolts out of this nap, it's from a deep sleep full of fractured imagery and too many familiar faces on the edges of his reach.
For those first few seconds of being awake, he honestly couldn't tell you where or when he was. Not with the painkillers in him. And not without something to anchor onto, visually.
So of course, he's going to try and stand up.
When: seriously backdated to mid-February, after the Eosoros Disaster
Where: Ingress Complex Medical Center
What: Pidge checks in on her team leader. Don't do painkillers, kids. It ends badly.
Warnings: Possibly trauma talk? Hospitals and Injuries?
It's only been a day or so since he first came to. Probably less. But he's been drifting in and out too much to really know for sure -- and he hates it. It makes the room feel hazy. It looks like too many different things at once. Sure, no one's put him under, directly, but the combination of injury and painkillers is hard to fight.
He knows Angela was there. Knows she was looking after things. And that's helped. A lot, actually. Kept him from clawing out of the bed to go looking for his team in a daze.
But Angela is human, and at some point, the poor woman has to eat or take care of something. And when he jolts out of this nap, it's from a deep sleep full of fractured imagery and too many familiar faces on the edges of his reach.
For those first few seconds of being awake, he honestly couldn't tell you where or when he was. Not with the painkillers in him. And not without something to anchor onto, visually.
So of course, he's going to try and stand up.