Waking up in the hospital was surprising. He was dead. He knew it. He'd died. Horus had- But he couldn't think about that. No. He closed his eyes, letting the pain wash over him instead. It was easier to deal with. It was easier to think about. It wasn't Horus' pained expression as he pressed the sword into his chest. It wasn't that odd weightlessness that came with death. It wasn't black.
He willed his mind to focus on the pain, moving around a little to ensure that it would creep up again. Only then a nurse came to give him the medicine to dull the pain. "No," he said quickly. "No, don't. I don't want it." He couldn't. If the pain disappeared, his mind would wander. He wouldn't be able to stop the thoughts lurking in the dark. He needed to stop them. There was a frantic need. "Please don't." His voice cracked at the last part and he watched the nurse's face for a moment, the confusion creeping into her eyes. "I don't want it. I have...I think I have the right to refuse treatment or medication or something. Just don't give it to me. Please."
Despite the concerned expression on her face, she nodded. "What...what happened?" That was the next thing he needed to know. "You fell off a ladder. They said it was pretty high up. You don't remember?" He cleared his throat, thinking about it for a moment. What the fuck had he been doing on a damn ladder. He didn't know. It didn't matter, really. "Uh...Just...I remember now. I slipped. I was just a little disoriented." Yes. Lie. It was fine.
And then she was gone again and he was left alone. He glanced over at the side table, reaching for his phone. He'd just tell them he was there. Not everyone. Just family.
[Filter: Egyptians] Here. Hospital. Don't...don't come yet. Time. Just a little...tired.