Who: Achilles and Polyxena What: Polyxena comes to visit the out of coma patient. When: Saturday night Where: Mount Sinai of Queens Warning: none
It was still fuzzy inside his head. Thoughts, memories, slipping in and out as he had finally awoken from that deep sleep. He'd never intended to stay down for good. Even had he lived through the Trojan war he would have continued to fight. Achilles was no weak man, he was not someone to trample over. Even in the pit of Hades then he'd stood tall, this time he'd only flickered for a moment. Death enticed him, held out it's grimy hand to take him back, to release the darkness in his mind. The sleep had been of need, a calm to rest upon his soul. It would never stay down, but at least it was full-filled for now. There were other heavy things on his heart now, but they would come when he was stronger.
The surgery had been minor, the threat to his life however not. What seemed like time that had stood still and planted him back to more peaceful memories were days for others. Confined to such a space now was frustrating. The hard-headed warrior wanted nothing more than to break from this bed and back out into fresh air. Enclosed indoors, though his spirit strong, his body was weak. Patroclus, Odysseus and the others that had slipped in his mind's eye during this could finally rest in knowing their golden warrior was no longer at risk. With a heavy sigh, he turned his head to look out towards the window, his eyes threatening to slip closed.