lockon2urheart: (these castle walls fall all around you)
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[Lockon was lying in the hospital bed, like he has been for the past month. However, over the last few days, the EEG machine had been registering more and more brain activity, and the pain reaction tests had begun to get slight reactions. He'd even just about surfaced into conciousness a couple of times, although only ever momentarily, and not long enough for the experiences to be remembered as anything other than a part of the surreal dreams flitting through his unconcious mind. The times spent in the deep, unresponsive state had been getting smaller and smaller, though, and this time, when he opened his eyes with a deep breath, they stayed open.

His thoughts were muzzy and sluggish, and he attempted to collect them. Space, that was the last thing he remembered, being in space...and Haro, he remembered Haro saying something, and he remembered...pain, that was a pretty strong memory... and then it clicked, somewhat. He'd been leaving Haro in Dynames and going to face Ali Al-Saachez, he remembered with a jolt. He'd been taking a stance on the half-destroyed GN Arms, and....

and...

...he couldn't remember anything else, after that, just the odd unconnected image with no apparent link between them. What had happened out there, and where was he now?

He tried to sit up to get a better look, only to fall back down with a groan. His body had grown unused to supporting his weight, and it complained about the sudden movement.

Date: 2009-02-14 02:15 am (UTC)
timey_wimey: (swore I'm done with you lot)
From: [personal profile] timey_wimey
Yeah, well.

[He said no more as he looked away. He didn't have to; his tone of voice said it for him. People could tell him that it wasn't his fault all they wanted, until they were blue in the face, but he would still feel responsible, couldn't help it. He hadn't had the pleasure of knowing Christina and Lichtendal, but other people had. People who were his friends. He didn't usually stick around to see the consequences of things; it always cut too deep after so many times. And this was it right up close and personal. Grief was such a private, such a personal thing that even just sitting in the same room suddenly felt like an intrusion.]

Date: 2009-02-14 11:45 am (UTC)
timey_wimey: (I am a special snowflake)
From: [personal profile] timey_wimey
[He gave himself a mental shake. Come on, Doctor. Now's not the time.]

Feldt? She's doing fine, considering everything. She wasn't injured, if that's what you mean. I've been looking after her since. Well, since it all happened, but she's spent more time sitting here in this room than anywhere else. [He smiled fondly; Feldt really was a good kid.] Actually, I just packed her off to get some lunch about ten minutes or so before you woke up, or she would never have moved.

Date: 2009-02-18 06:23 pm (UTC)
timey_wimey: (Yeah; genius is down here thanks)
From: [personal profile] timey_wimey
'Fraid so, yeah. [His tone became slightly teasing.] What, you mean "a lot" like me suddenly turning up on your little island with a model?

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