Prince Fiyero Tiggular (likewinkiewine) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-05-16 15:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | fiyero, galinda |
Who: Galinda & Fiyero
What: Galinda discoverates an injured and confused Fiyero
When: Early Evening
Where: just outside an alley
Warnings: Possible swearing. Nothing too majorly awful though.
Fiyero woke up with a cough, his body aching all over as he laid on the cold hard ground. Where am I? He looked around at the unfamiliar suroundings. It was cold. And a brick wall was on either side of him. He could only assume he was in an alley somewhere. Am I dead? Is this like some weird version of heaven? He thought for a minute, his vision hazy as his eyes were watery and glazed. Fiyero felt a wet substance on his forehead. Assuming it was sweat, he brought his the back of his hand up to wipe it, only to discover it was blood. He looked down at himself, sitting up as best as he could. His captian's uniform was torn and stained with blood that was drying dark red and dirt. What happened?
He racked his brain trying to find any trace of memory of what had happened. Images hit him like a ton of bricks as he was quickly reminded of the night with Elphaba, protecting her, getting beaten and being left for dead. That though didn't explain his appearence here. Maybe Elphaba had done something to bring him here, to send him somewhere safe.
Fiyero tried to get his bearings, standing up and looking around more slowly, truly taking in this place. A place that, he was quickly realizing, was not Oz. He put most of his weight on the leg that had hurt the least as he began to limp towards the end of the alley where he heard, what he hoped was, human activity.
His movement was a little shakey but he eventually made it onto sidewalk and street. He braced himself against the wall of a building as he looked around, his legs threatening to give in. "Sweet Lurline, where am I?"