Lost in the past... Who: Sabretooth, Sway; tag Jeanix or Recon (or both) When: Wednesday, April 16th, 2008 (late morning) Where: Xavier's; infirmary What: Coming to. Status: in progress Rating: PG(-13?)
Aside from guard duty, Myra had found something to fill her days. For over a week, she watched to see when Sabretooth would awaken, though all three of the doctors had confirmed that he may not be conscious for a very long time. When he woke up, she didn't want him to be so confused that he didn't know where he was or recognize anyone around him. There were so many possibilities when it came to his recovery, that the odds of him attempting to off one of the doctors were high, too, so she thought if someone was around, chances of survival were higher. So she tucked a book under her arm each day and sat (with permission!) in the infirmary where he was hooked to several machines that she had little knowledge of, aside from medical dramas on TV. So far today, it had been stormy and dark, which in turn gave Sway little hope for any change in the patient (and comrade) she was watching over.
Victor's thoughts lingered in his dreams as long as possible, even as he regained consciousness. Muddled, dark images swirled inside his head as the conscious-able regions of his brain powered up. He remembered a great deal of pain a moment before he felt a great deal of pain. His head throbbed to the rhythm of his pulse and the bright lights burned his sensitive eyes. He only cracked them for an instant, closing them again tightly. God, he felt as though he'd been asleep for years. His body was stiff, mouth dry and seemingly wax coated. The itch of needles in his skin and ambient beeps told him he was in some sort of a hospital, but he was hesitant to move. For one, his body seemed incapable, a side effect of laying dormant for too long. But more important he was sure what he was going to be waking up too. He wasn't able to remember what had led him here? After a brief debated in his head he decided to chance it. His eyes opened and blinked as they adjusted to the light. The person nearest to him came into to focus and she was nothing like what he had expected.
She heard him stir, first, and when she glanced up from her book page, Myra saw that Sabretooth was awake. Oh, Christ. She moved toward him without much thought, leaving her book on the seat behind her. "Victor?" she asked, quietly. She knew he was probably dying for some Vicodin. Or maybe something stronger. He seemed almost timid - or maybe unsure. What a switch. "Hi," she said, and rested her hands on the side of the mattress, while she glanced over his face. He certainly looked better than when he'd first come down. In a minute, she'd tell the doctor on duty that he was awake. But she wanted to give him some time before they started probing - physically and not.
Defiantly not what he'd expected. She was cute; hell, she was freakin' hot. Sight for sore eyes apparently, but the best part was she knew him... not that he could recall ever meeting her before in his life. "Hello," he forced out of his scratchy throat. He glanced to the table beside his bed but didn't find what he was looking for. "Water?" he asked of the pretty little thing waiting by his bed.
"Is wet," she told him, but her body was already moving to retrieve what he'd asked for. She was back from the handwash station in a few seconds, and urged him to sit up with a motion from her hand, or else choke. "If you handle this, there're some ice cubes in it for ya," she promised, with a faint smile.
Oh good, she was a comedian. That sealed it, he had to known to her. He knew all the annoying people. He pushed his body up, giving his shift muscles a stretch, it had never felt so good to move. He reached out for the cup but stopped mid motion. His hand hung dead in the air in front of his face. Why were his nails so long? They were discolored and filthy. He recognized the appendage even less than the woman in front of him. Victor brought the hand to his face and felt his chin. A large unpleasant beard hung from it, then he noticed the long hair from his head that went with the beard like they were a matched set. "What? What happened to me?"
Unclear on whether Victor meant his injuries or his hygiene, Myra twisted her mouth in a frown before answering, "You were in a fight - you were stabbed through the head, times three." She held up three fingers, and to anyone who didn't know Wolverine - the gesture would have meant nothing. But Sabretooth looked painfully confused, so she went on, "It's been just over a week. Do you remember picking a fight with Wolverine?"
What the hell? If he'd only been out for a week, why the hell did he look like a yeti? "No. Why would I..." fight with Wolverine? Logan? Had his partner stabbed him through the head? What the hell went down between them? Victor reached forward, despite the sea of questions his mind was floating in, and took the water, then drank 'til it was gone. He held the empty cup for a few silent moments before asking, "Who are you?"
Oh. 'I see.' she thought. Myra bit lightly on her lower lip in reply, and closed her eyes for a moment. How far back did his memories go? Would he remember Magneto? Toad? She finally spoke, "Myra. We uh, work together." She reached out and took the cup without any hesitation and held it between both of her hands. She knew it wasn't her place, but she couldn't help herself, "Do you know what year it is?"
"It's 1991."
"Oh."
"Right?"
"It's 2008, Victor."
"No..." Sabretooth squinted, his features scrunched with confusion, "Where am I?"
"Salem Center, New York. You're at Xavier's School. And I need to go get the doctor." Myra moved from the beside and disappeared into the office where the doctors hid. There were other rooms, as well, where she imagined they worked on finding the cure. "Sabretooth's awake," she announced, hoping to get some response.