Who. Colin Ford and Reese Greyson What. Colin wakes up from his four month long coma, and a much anticipated reunion Where. A hospital in London, England When. Saturday late afternoon, May 14th 2011 Warnings. HOW DO YOU EMOTION.
A loud explosion. That was the first thing Colin remembered clearly. Screams echoing in empty space, calling his name. For what? To save them? He remembered feeling very hot. Was there a fire? Then there was just darkness. It felt like he'd been in the dark forever, or maybe underwater. There was a heaviness to this that was pinning him down, holding him in place. And it was dark, very dark with no end in sight. That tunnel with a light at the end of it that they always talked about in movies? False. At least, for a very, very long time it was false. He was stuck. Suspended in time with nowhere to go, and nothing to see except the black. There were times when he thought he could hear things, voices. Voices he recognized. Gemma's, Ashton's. Another male voice that he knew he'd know anywhere but couldn't internalize his name. Couldn't respond. It all hurt too much, and he felt like if he reached out he could touch her. Juliet. Where had she gone? He couldn't remember, and he couldn't move. Stuck. This state of limbo had just gotten to the point of being completely unbearable when it happened. Light. Was he in the tunnel? No, he was opening his eyes. Finally. After four long months, Colin Ford was finally opening his eyes.
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Many hours later and Colin felt like he was waking up for the second time. The first time had been a blur of motion. White coats and colored scrubs surrounded him on all sides while the machines he was hooked up to whirred to life and words were thrown around like 'alive' and 'miracle'. He knew what those words meant, but he couldn't place them at the time. Did miracle mean the same thing as wonder? Boy Wonder. That's who he was. After so much time spent forgetting he was remembering now. Dick. Had Dick stayed with him all this time? I'm still here, champ. Like I'd leave you to fend for yourself while you couldn't even drag your sorry ass out of bed. Dick's voice in his head sounded as foreign to him as everything else did. What happened? Trauma to the head. We were out for a good few months, Colin. But you know what they say about us Robins, we're like bad pennies. We always come back. He wasn't sure what Dick meant but he was sure of one thing. If he hadn't been a reincarnate, he might not have been so lucky today.
Just a few hours ago he could feel his eyes moving, he knew they were open, but he still couldn't move or speak. He was held down by all the tubes and IV's that had been keeping him teetering on the edge of life and death for four long months, but now most of those were gone. He wasn't confined to his hospital bed anymore, but he was still there, lying face up as his eyes opened again into the dim lit room, feeling a little drowsy but more alert now than he had in months. He could even move his fingers. At that thought he craned his neck to look down at his hand and saw for himself as he wiggled them a little. Even if he didn't smile outwardly, the impulse to was certainly there in his head. Then he heard a voice saying his name, and his world shifted again.