Ethan Birch (stolenlife) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-02-23 22:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 069, ethan, kai |
Who: Ethan and Kai
When: morning
Where: Ethan's room
Ethan's first thought when he woke up was that he was in the hospital. He vaguely remembered the car accident, hitting the tree and bleeding. He remembered getting out of the car and hearing somebody behind him. He had blacked out then, probably from the injury. But this didn't look like the hospital. The room was way too nice, and the bed faced a window, where he could see mountains. Snow. Where was he?
The IV made him woozy but after a few moments he was able to pull the needle out without making too much of a mess. When he pushed back the blankets to get out of bed, he nearly fell to the floor. Ethan sat and waited for the dizziness to pass before he stood and stumbled to the door. It was locked, which triggered a bit of a panic. The box in the corner caught his eye. Open Me. He mouthed the words slowly. Inside he found his clothes and boots and Ethan got dressed as quickly as he could with the sedative still working out of his system.
Inside the bathroom, Ethan took a look in the mirror. He was pale and had dark shadows under his eyes. He pushed his hair out of the way, grimacing when he saw the stitches. Several of them, moving from his temple toward his forehead. His jacket sleeve still had blood on it. Maybe this was a hospital. Christ, he could only imagine the bill.
After trying to figure out what to do, Ethan sat down at the computer and turned it on. He could decipher most of the instructions, able to suss out how to log on. There were messages there but he didn't bother trying to read them. When he sent his own out into the void, he received a lengthy response from... "Cecilia," he murmured. But he couldn't understand it beyond a few words here and there. Growing increasingly frustrated at his dilemma, Ethan slowly typed another message, his finger hovering over the keyboard as he searched for the proper letters. Fucking technology.
Finally he received a return message he got the gist of, and Ethan stood to open the door, which was now unlocked. He felt a little sick, but he figured that was the IV. Or his head injury. Either way, he had to swallow the urge to throw up. Someone was going to come help him, and he didn't need to yark on their shoes.