DARKNESS! IMPRISONING ME! ALL THAT I-- wait what Characters: Dionysus and his suitemates Date/Time: September 22nd Location: Suite in La Maison Jeu Ancien Rating: R for language, at least Warnings: Nightmarish medical terminology Summary: Waking from a nightmare into... who knows what?
He remembered a loud noise, a shock, and pain. Lots of pain. And then the world took a backseat for a while.
There were moments of lucidity, though. Those were the bad times. Moments where he had an idea of where he was, where he knew the voices that were speaking around him--
(left eye has been enucleated but I think we can save the)
(keep the jaw wired shut until we find out how many teeth)
(hands are a total loss, so let's schedule for surgery on)
(don't bother working on anything below the navel, that's a lost)
(won't lie, had to cross my legs when I saw the report)
--and in the mercifully brief moments of consciousness, he was reduced to slamming his head against the pillow to try to communicate with those around him. At least until he drifted away again on the tide of whatever the doctors put into his IV line.
But this-- this was different. He was himself again. And in a bed that owed nothing to medical care.
He moved his arms experimentally, then his legs. He sat bolt upright in bed, his hands probing his body for wounds and finding none.