|Miguel O'Hara (AU) (s_man) wrote in spinningcompass,|
@ 2020-12-02 22:05:00
|Entry tags:||lisa cuddy, miguel o'hara (other)|
Who: Dr Cuddy and Other Miguel
Where: Medbay, wheel 3
What: Waking up, confusion
The last thing Miguel was really aware of was Loki digging through his mind, being unable to move at all, and an overwhelming panic like he hadn't felt since he was a small child. Then there was nothing... no, not true. Then there was a lot of unawareness, interspersed with random bouts of feeling shocking terrible, hurting all over and trying to be sick, being sick, and always with loud unintelligible yelling around him. All very confusing and upsetting, so he didn't fight it when he got dragged back into being unaware again.
So, finally becoming aware without needing to empty his already-empty stomach, and it being quiet and warm, was a hell of a lot more confusing than it probably should have been. He stretched a leg out without thinking about it and then froze as that realization got through to his groggy brain. He could move? He wriggled his toes. One of his toe-talons caught on whatever was covering him. He curled his fingers into loose fists and relaxed them again, and then turned onto his side. He could move! Then he reached round with a hand that felt far more shaky than it should have been, and ran his fingers along the back of his neck. There was a scar, small and shiny-smooth under his fingertips, right where Loki had been digging around in his neck with a dagger. He shuddered all over and fell asleep again, still very tired despite all the sleeping he'd apparently been doing, with his hand covering his neck.
The next time he woke up, he was less groggy and he realized that he had no idea where he was, or when it was. Or what was going on.