thisavrou_log | all that you left behind

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all that you left behind

Who: Shiro & Close CR
When: After the Shadows clear out
Where: Thisavrou Medical Center
What: Recovery to the point of functionality is a long haul.
Warnings: Discussion of injury + trauma

(i) WAKE UP
[When he wakes up, finally, it's hard to realize where he is. It's hard to put everything together. String the events along to make sense -- what happened first? How did he get here? Where are the others? A panicked thought, at first, remembering vividly how they were all confronted, what it tried to say to them. Up until they all lashed out against it. Until they all fought back...]

[He's in the hospital again, isn't he? Trying to sit up. It doesn't work out so well. Because there's bandages and splints and his whole face feels like someone dropped a brick on it. Sitting up takes way more effort than expected, so he's left flopped on the bed, breathing a little hard. But giving up on actually standing. Probably for the best.]

[Sure would be nice if there were healing pods here, huh...]

(ii) AMBULATORY
[Maybe a few days later, though, he's going to do his best to get up on his feet. There are people he needs to check on. Whoever happened to leave crutches in the room? He owes them, big time.]

[Said crutches actually hurt his shoulder, and his ribs, but oh well. This is progress. This is slow, steady progress down the hall. He's not actually trying to leave the facility. Just get around. Maybe see if anyone he knows is here.]

[Check up on them.]

(iii) anything else
[The wildcard option!]

((Open log for the Lion House crew and friends. Or anyone who's in the hospital too, oops. Thread hop, multiple threads, anything! Prose or action tags work.))

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[There's another reason Shiro's having a hard time getting up out of bed: Pidge is kind of curled up at the foot of his bed, half on top of his legs, fast asleep. She still has her glasses on, though they're skewed on her face from her positioning, and her hair is pretty much all over the place. Even while she sleeps her eyebrows are knitted together and she's frowning, just slightly.

Good morning, Shiro.]

[Pidge--]

[She's okay. She'd gotten out okay, thanks to Hunk. But his feed had kind of cut out the second Hunk had brained the daylights out of the shadow. So... he'd been worried. Not to mention everything it said to her. Everything that sort of twists up in his chest until it feels like a weight.]

[Still, he's shifting. Reaching a hand out to touch her shoulder. Carefully. Like she might disappear.]

... hey.

[It's a moment before Pidge finally stirs, and when she does it's mostly her lifting one arm to swat absently at Shiro's hand. After another second she's rolling onto her back and rubbing at her eyes with a groan...

And then she seems to promptly fall asleep again in this new position.]

Pidge... Hey.

[It's still quiet. But chiding. Because that can't be comfortable for her. As much as Pidge probably falls asleep sitting up on a daily basis. At least she feels all right enough to do that.]

[He shakes her shoulder again. Carefully. And then has to lie back down.]

[Okay fine, disembodied dad voice. Pidge is groaning and rolling back over and rubbing at her eyes again, and this time an eye peeks open...

And sees a Shiro that's looking much more awake than she currently is.]

...Shiro..?

[He actually smiles when she opens her eyes. There's a lot of relief in the expression, bruised and battered as it is. She's okay. She's alive.]

[He lifts a hand, waving slowly at her, attached tubes and everything.]

Doesn't look that comfortable down there.

[Her eyes widen, growing a little more as she starts to more fully wake up. And then her face kind of flushes with embarrassment upon realizing that he totally caught her asleep on his feet.] It- It was fine, really.

[She tries to shrug the embarrassment off, shaking her head a bit.] So... How're you feeling?

[Good -- she's awake and aware. She's not ducking back behind the bed or across the room. And asking the hard questions. He leans his head back, sighing.]

Probably self-explanatory here... Awake.

[Feeling the painkiller a little. But what else is new. He lets his eyes shut for a second, wondering if he should breach the topic first, or let her ask.]

Pidge ... are you okay?

[That's the kind of answer that makes Pidge frown, and she takes a minute to rearrange herself so that she's more or less properly sitting on the bed - barefoot and legs folded - still facing Shiro so that she can take note of any changes. Awake. Probably on a ton of painkillers and having a hard time moving.

And then of course he has to go and ask a question of his own. One that makes Pidge glance off to one side and idly pick at some loose thread on her shorts.]

I'm okay. Just worried. You guys were really messed up when we found you.

[He can't reach all the way down to her while they're sitting like this. But he can extend a hand out to her, all the same. There's concern on his face -- well, concern and a big ugly bandage over his nose. But still.]

[Her reaction doesn't reassure him any.]

Yeah, well... you should see the other guys. [The shadows. But, as it starts coming back with more clarity:] I...

I meant... I didn't mean ... [Didn't mean the Blue Haired Elephant in the room. Or who isn't in the room.]

[For a second there, Pidge does think he's talking about Darin, that they were the ones who'd fought one another and left the other worse for wear. But then she remembers that Darin's injuries couldn't have possibly been caused by Shiro, that the way they were found had suggested different circumstances entirely. She relaxes a little when she realizes that, when Shiro reassures her that's not who he meant, and she lets out a breath she didn't even know she'd been holding.

And that's when she reaches over to take his hand with one of hers, eyes moving to stare at his fingers like she's sure they'll spontaneously end up in casts even as she's holding them.]

Yeah, I- I figured. You must've been fighting the... [Her brow furrows with thought. What to even call it?] ..the fake?

[His face pales for a second, while he's thinking about it. Remembering it, rather. A whole host of new scars layered on top of the old. Remembering the voices, and the screaming, the arena strewn over with rubble and smelling of blood.]

[He feels his fingers tighten once around hers. Convulsively.]

[Breathe. Focus. Remember where you are.]

I... yeah. Yeah, they... had it planned. After the house, they -- [And then god he remembers the house. He remembers every word it threw at the others. How much he'd wanted to make it stop and hadn't been able to. Like there was nothing he could do to protect them.]

[The worst thing I've ever had to live with is not saving someone.]

[His hand grips hers again.]

Are -- Pidge are you okay?

[Pidge doesn't fail to notice the way Shiro's expression changes when she mentions the fake. She curses to herself; the man has crippling PTSD, he barely made it out of this whole thing alive, and there's Pidge, just bringing the topic up like it's no big deal. So she tries to interrupt him, waving her free hand-] It's okay, you don't have to talk about it--

[But then he's interrupting himself, and the way Shiro's grip tightens on her hand stops her mid-sentence. Pidge looks down at his hand, then up into his face again, and he just looks so damn worried...]

I'm okay, Shiro. Really. [She doesn't care about the possibly still visible bruises around her neck. They'll heal over.] Completely in tact.

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II - wait why is the tag "princess all"

it cut off everyone's name :C

takashi shi huh

taka nap to be honest

he taka shi--load of painkillers

I LAUGHED WAY TOO HARD

I'll be here all ni-- wait is it already 3 AM

I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

I did nothing c:

i cant read space-anything now

we'll switch to talking about realities, then

IM DYING