PAN ♡ gavin fielding (pantastic) wrote in forgotten_gods, |
Echo was always cute, but she seemed especially cute today trotting into the main room with a tray of snacks. And she seemed happy doing it. Watching her be so domestic and caring was almost enough to awe Pan, who'd been more or less out of sorts the day he'd come in. The darkness was one thing, but he'd missed a good chuck of it after having been struck by that stupid, misguided taxi. Nothing was dislodged or terribly injured -- he came out with some nasty looking bruises on his side that looked worse than they felt, he'd sustained some scrapes on the way down, and the worst was the cut on his temple where his head connected with the asphalt. Not to mention the concussion that'd had him dazed and faint from bloodloss for nearly the entire remainder of the day.
When he woke up after the blackout -- as people were calling it -- a paramedic was hovering over him with a flashlight pointed right into his eyes. There were far more dire injuries to deal with, so she bandaged up his forehead messily and dashed off to treat someone else. It was like a war zone, only without the artillery and dead enemies. Whatever those enemies were. Pan wasn't sure what it was that had happened over New York that day, but he did know he wasn't looking forward to finding out. In fact, it was better to be oblivious about it. He'd felt those brushes against his faces, sucked in that black air, and he was, to be honest, rather fortunate to have been knocked out. Facing that shit might've been worse.
His ride from the city out to the Catskills, courtesy of Narcissus, who he hadn't met before then, was rather uneventful. With the exception of random confused babbling (on his part, not Narcissus'), he'd passed out for the majority of the ride, which hadn't been that long to begin with. Next he woke, he was in a bed that wasn't his, and the first person he saw was Echo. Which of course was nothing to be ungrateful for. Echo was a sight for sore eyes, that was for sure, particularly sore eyes after a car accident.
When she finally took her seat next to him, and looked cute(r) while munching on that apple, the boy couldn't help but smile a little before carefully leaning in to take a carrot, dip it, and bite into the stick. He only spoke after swallowing.
"So what's the verdict? I'm not broken, am I?"