WHO: AJ & Preacher WHAT: Reunited WHEN: Early morning WARNINGS: TBA
"Mister Porello?"
Slow blinking eyes did their best to bring the world into focus. Where was he? Why did his head hurt? "Mr. Porello....welcome back." A glance over to an elderly, kind face. Maybe in her 70s? A traditional white nurse get up. "Mr.Porello, they've cleared you to resume normal activities. Now, you've been in a coma for four months, so it might be odd at first. Just go slow."
A coma? Four months? What. He tried to speak, but it was like his voice box didn't work; like it had been damaged. He gave her a confused look, and she just patted his hand. He felt weak; like his body was...different, but he didn't know why. "Wha..." His voice was back - but it didn't sound like him. "Your room is untouched, dear. Come now. Just take it slow." He didn't know what was happening, but before long he found himself outside.
It was bright.
Too bright.
What? He took a deep breath and started to move. He only had a vague idea where he even was. And his head hurt so bad. He just slowly rambled, seeing people give him confused looks. Some because they didn't know him. Others because no one had known where he disappeared to.
He saw a form move in front of him, and he shirked his eyes from the son, trying to make the new comer come into focus. When he realized who it was, he felt like it was some sort of cruel joke. "A---AJ?"