Who: Kingsley & Amelia and probably a NPC'ed nurse When: FUTURE DATED to "tomorrow" since Rissa will be changing the date tomorrow morning and I want Kings to have been in a 'coma' longer. What: Kings wakes up and sees his wife. Where: Infirmary! Rating: Probably medium-ish
Kingsley hadn't dreamt since the dream that landed him in the hospital. Regardless, Kingsley could still remember every detail and every feeling he'd had. They were all so real, he'd felt them in every fibre of his being. It would take Kingsley a long time to accept the dream wasn't real, and he was likely to make a scene. Medicine was still coursing through his veins, and he was hardly in control of his actions, let alone his thoughts. He just couldn't stop thinking about, about her. He had watched her die, it was his fault. He hadn't been fast enough, if only he'd splurged and bought a better broom instead of a better bat. If only he'd practised more on speed and less on batting. If only... if only she were still alive. With him, married to him, and keeping him happy just as he kept her. If, if, if.
In the infirmary, Kingsley's body twitched. He was slowly coming out of his coma, and his body was jump starting itself. For hours it had been pumping minimal amounts of blood, but now that needed to change. His breathing quickened, but his eyes stayed shut for a few minutes. His body wasn't ready to handle his brain, it needed to get everything else back and running. Kingsley's finger twitched, and he started to smack his lips. Slowly, he finally opened his eyes. Kings blinked, because it was so bight. So goddamn bright, was this heaven? Or was this just the light he needed to follow. A groan escaped his lips, and things started coming in focus.
He could make out hair, dark hair. Weren't angels blonde? This couldn't be hell, it was too peaceful for hell. So what was it, then? Blinking harder now, Kingsley could finally see. As he looked up, his heart skipped a beat. That hair, that face... "Melly?" he whispered, unable to believe his eyes. "Melly," he said, his voice growing happier and happier, "Melly, you're alive!" Kingsley coughed, and groaned at the pain. His ribs would hurt for a while yet. Looking down his bed, Kingsley noticed Amelia's hand, and that fact that it was ringless. He frowned and looked back at her. "Did it break? My ring... well, your ring, but you know." Kingsley offered a weak smile even though he was in an incredible amount of pain.