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Dick Grayson is just wingin it (nightwingingit) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-07-24 10:32:00

Entry tags:

allana solo, kon-el/superboy

Who: Kon and Allana!
What: Waking up in the infirmary
When: Late evening today!
Where: complex infirmary
Warnings:tba!

For a normal person a coma was a slow process. The brain's way of healing. For Kon it felt the same. Despite being a clone of a Kryptonian and a human, it didn't make the process any easier with his system getting a full restart. It was almost like a metaphorical blue screen of death on a personal computer. Or an improper shut down of a machine when Loki had shut him down during the Horsemen fiasco. He had been unconscious for several days. He had a varying general sense of time, but mentally he was gone. He didn't respond to anything physically. Doctors could try anything, but nothing worked. After the denigration of his memories and break down of his powers, his body demanded a rest and Kon was unable to stop it from coming.

He didn't move, he didn't really show any signs of being alive other then steady breathing. On occasion he was able to shift slightly, and his fingers would twitch involuntarily as an indication that he was in fact alive and his body was trying to remind them that he was there. Though on the outside he seemed perfectly normal, it was obvious by the lack of activity that he was not. There were no physical abrasions where a wound could have caused damage, no signs of what could have possibly caused the shut down physically, just the shell of a normally vibrant and curious teenager. It was as if his brain had simply hung up a sign that said 'Gone Fishing' and left him for an extended period of time and he was in reality just sleeping.

In retrospect he was lucky. If he'd continued down the path he was headed without interruption it could have ended worse. He could have hurt someone, or possibly kept straight on losing his memories and his personality. Eventually he could have forgotten who he was. Still it was an isolating feeling. To be stranded without the functions he was used to being able to do every day. To be unable to wake up to calls of his name, or gentle touches or friends and doctors.

He had a general sense of time in his coma. But that time was like a deep dark and lonely stretch of desert road in the all-encompassing darkness just before dawn. In his dreams he walked that road with a sense of calmness but growing restlessness lying underneath. There was some movement on his road, but he really didn't notice. He just kept on walking forward. That was his only goal. Keep moving. If he could see himself lying in the infirmary he might have been afraid, but instead in his isolation he could only stoically accept what had happened. There was no other choice.

For the most part his dream world had actually been peaceful until the day his body decided to rebel and is brain thought it was time to wake up. That's when things shifted and changed. He started to take in more regular breaths, his eyes fluttered slightly and he finally had some interaction with his outside surroundings. His dream world changed drastically. His reality shifted. His eyes finally began to open, and his lonely road began to crumble under his feet as he finally reached the end. It was like something out of the matrix at the very last stop at the end of his dreams, light rushing past him so fast he couldn't be sure what it was.

All he knew was that it was green. It was lining the sides of his dark road, making it feel more like a chamber then a road anymore. He was walking on a road high above where the ground should be, looking at his memories in bits of green light that stuck like glass against invisible walls closing in on him. It should have been suffocating, but it was the opposite. He felt a desperate need to see more. Not to close his eyes and hide like he might have prior. Each block of green had a different memory. One was meeting Allana, he felt a sense of joy wash over him. Another was the Kent Farm on a sunny day in October and a bitter sweet feeling.

It didn't last long. Like shattering glass everything fell to pieces underneath him as he stopped to relive a memory. To try to remember what it felt like, he was left alone again on his stretch of desert road. No green lights to guide the way, only a crossroad in the distance. To him his dream world was real, the pain he felt was what his life had become. If he could really call it a life. The sign had no words, only an indication of which road to take. One was battered and old to the right, the other was new. Kon chose the path to the right, and his dream world was left in his wake.

His physical body became semi-conscious and his eyes began to open. For the first time in days he could see a blurry world. His body shifted and his hand reached out very slightly. He tried to sit up, but it didn't work.

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sanguinesolo
2011-07-26 03:42 am UTC (link)

If you asked Allana now how many days Kon had been unconscious she would have stared back in mute confusion, mind working sluggishly as if trying to convert a foreign language into English. Time had stopped being divided by days alarmingly quickly and taken on the static quality of waiting, of a breath being drawn in and in and in until you were sure you would burst but just never seemed able. She came and went from the infirmary and the house in the country, orbiting back and forth between her unconscious boyfriend and what remained of the last member of the group of friends that had once sat in a living room, drunk and giddy and unable to really believe any of this war would touch them, in a spurt teenage-thinking that was a luxury they didn’t know they couldn’t afford back then. Sometimes Clark was there when she arrived at Kon’s bedside again, sometimes not, but either way she knew he was listening even when he was gone and that Doctor Tam, for all his social clumsiness, was doing everything he could. All there was to do was wait. “The worst feeling in the world” Clark had called it. She was starting to agree, except she knew there was worse. Worse was always hovering just behind Dr. Tam’s shoulder, silently nodding on when the man said for what felt like the hundredth time that he had no idea what was causing Kon’s deterioration or whether it would get worse.

This time she’d settled in on the plastic chair silently, having given up a couple visits ago on trying to threaten Kon out of his coma. “Though,” she informed him, apparently not quite ready to give up entirely on simply talking at him until he woke up just to make fun of her, “you should count yourself very lucky that I am apparently not allowed to draw on your face with markers. I mean, really, I think if someone passes out on your bed and scares you half to death for multiple days you should get to draw on their face. That seems fair doesn’t it? Stay completely silent if you agree with me.” There was a long pause, broken only by the rhythmic beeps and drips as the various tubes and wires Kon had been hooked up to for monitoring continued on with their work. “Well,” Allana said after a moment, “that wasn’t really the reaction I was hoping for, actually.”

She sighed and drew her legs in towards her chest, feet balancing on the edge of the chair, and forehead resting on the tops of her knees. Her eyes closed almost of their own accord as she settled in for the few hours her family had said they could watch Ava. The routine had become so engrained so quickly that even as she sat in the infirmary she was already trying to plan the next time she could get away to come back, assuming resignedly that there would be a next time that—Her thoughts ground slowly to a halt and she lifted her head. One of the machines had begun to beep softly and rapidly, a new and startling configuration of indecipherable electronic noises, and she let her feet thud off the chair and onto the floor as she leaned forward uncertainly. What if that means he’s getting worse? What if-- and then she saw, or thought she saw, his hand twitch slightly.

“Kon?” she was too startled to properly cover up her concern with the usual bravado-masquerading-as-irritation and her voice was high and more anxious, almost afraid, than she would have been comfortable with if she wasn’t so busy looking quickly back and forth from her boyfriend to the monitors, as if she would suddenly, spontaneously begin to understand them.

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nightwingingit
2011-07-26 09:36 pm UTC (link)

It was a well known fact that Conner Kent had very little patience for slowness. Even trying to wake up his actions seemed impatient. It was his bodies way of rebelling against the nearly week long sleep spell his brain had put it through. For a while he lie still in bed, as if just breathing regularly had taken all his strength. For the first time in days he was aware that he was in the infirmary. That he had been trapped in a static condition. The beeping of rhythmic beeping of nearby machinery was like an alarm clock. His hand stretched outward slightly as if trying to knock it off the shelf and stop the intrusive noise. He couldn't move that far. His body felt like a brick of steel, but he was aware the world was moving around him. He needed to wake up. It was way past his normal wake up time.

With every ounce of strength he broke away from his bleary world and focused on Allana. A tiny tired smile crept into the corners of his lips as he reached to touch her hand. Still words were hard to come by, but she was a sight for sore eyes after so much time alone in the dark. Too much time. "Hey." He managed, his voice was rough. The first thing he said in days and it was hey. That was smooth. A real casanova move there. Internally for a split second he chided himself for such a stupid line, but he was too tired to think of another.

"Miss me?" A familiar cocky timbre to his voice as he brushed his thumb against her hand. It was hard to move, but it was something he never wanted to stop doing again. Kon wanted to sit up, but it was hard. He didn't have the energy to try. His eyes were only half open. His body only half online, but he was awake. Blue eyes read over Allana's face with a soft concern and certain conflict. He knew there was something she was supposed to be doing, but he couldn't remember what it was. Instead she was there with him but he knew it was important. He knew by laying in that infirmary bed that he was burdening her. He couldn't stay there long. He was going to have to get up as quickly as he could for the sake of the people he cared about.

Slowly he moved his hands in attempt to push himself to sit up, Instantly he regretted it. Sitting up caused him to feel a wave of dizziness and his head to gently fall back against his pillow again. A look of frustration crept into his features.

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sanguinesolo
2011-07-28 01:00 am UTC (link)

Allana bit down hard on her lower lip as Kon's thumb brushed across the back of her hand and his eyes opened so slowly that she could tell the effort must be costing him. Even as she felt several muscles she didn't even know it had been possible for her to tense relaxing with the relief of the fact that he was awake and apparently knew who she was, and that he was showing more emotion than the last time he’d awoken from an unnatural sleep, she couldn’t help but remain nervous at the effort moving was clearly costing him. Give him a break, she chided herself, he’s coming out of a kriffing coma. Also probably best to restrain the concern because if he knows I actually worry when he doesn’t show off the stupid super speed he’ll never give it a rest and I will have to put him back in a coma again. The thought made it possible for her to smile a little instead of simply dissolving with the stress of the past few days and keep herself composed for Kon’s sake as re-acclimated to the world of the conscious.

”Hey…miss me?”
That earned him a laugh, though it was cut off abruptly as he tried to get up, struggled for a moment, and then fell back on the pillows with a look of frustration that promised another attempt was shortly to be in the works. She glanced sideways at the phone on the wall, Doctor Tam had gone in to the hospital but had assured her that he or the woman who worked down in the infirmary with him sometimes, Jessica she thought it was, would always be only a phone call away. Part of her wanted to do the sensible thing and call in the doctor, maybe even do the paranoid thing and demand Clark get the doctor here in under two seconds so that he could examine Kon now. Knowing Kon, however, a doctor waving lights in his face and running tests so soon after he’d woken up would probably just freak him out and make him even more determined to struggle to get up before he was ready. She reached out subtly with the Force and, sensing nothing except exhaustion and weakness in him to indicate that something was wrong, decided that, for the moment, it was more important to convince him not to hurt himself trying to zip around like a hummingbird on crack five seconds after waking up from an inexplicable coma.

“Miss you? Oh, no, are you kidding? Do you know how much reading I got done without you distracting me?” She kicked off the flats she was wearing and settled delicately into a seated position on the bed next to him. “Book after book. I’ve got a whole library up here now,” she went on, tapping her index finger against her temple to illustrate her point as she grinned down at him. The wires and tubes got a moment’s careful tactical consideration before she managed to work herself around them so that when she lay down next to Kon she didn’t disturb any of them. She moved so that her head was resting lightly on his shoulder and muttered, quietly, “I maybe missed you a little anyway though.”

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nightwingingit
2011-07-28 09:26 am UTC (link)

If not for Allana or Clark near by, he would have panicked being hooked up to so many machines. His past brought unfortunate side effects of doctor fear. Though they were in the present he wasn't exactly over them. If anything he'd made the fear worse by worrying. Wondering what if and over thinking details. What if Allana hadn't been there when he first woke up? Would Doctor Tam have run experiments on him? That's what doctors did right, experiments for science? He wasn't going to have any part of that. His heart told him by the time Tam came back he needed to be out, but his brain refused to listen. Instead it sent him back to the bed where he was forced to recuperate his attempt to move too quickly. His breathing a little short and is patience thin.

His blue eyes watched her, riddled with exhaustion. They were the same color as Clark's, his hair the same black, his body the same build. But he was not just a shell of a Kryptonian he'd become post Famine, he was Kon-El again. Arrogant beyond reason, sharp enough wit to match even Allana. He was human again. " Figures..you'd build a library over me wouldn't you. " His voice was strained, but her smile met with his own. His face brightened as she moved in close to lie with him, her body against his. He felt alive again. He didn't feel lost anymore, he knew exactly where he belonged. His arm wrapped around her gently as he rested his cheek on her forehead. "I missed you a little too." His fingertips toyed with her side as his eyes closed half way. He wanted to kiss her, but he hadn't brushed his teeth for what felt like a week. He was determined to save the kissing for the minute he was able to stand on his own again to get to her.

"What'd I miss? Anything exciting? " With her so close, the maddening beeping of the nearby monitor was forgotten. Only the fact that he could see and touch her again mattered. His arm around her was like a lifeline to reassure himself that it was all real, that he wasn't just dreaming. Simon's infirmary was a little dreary, but he tried to block it out. There were more important things to worry about then the wallpaper. Or lack there of.

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