Fenrir was in and out of consciousness at very irregular times. He would catch snippets of things going on around him, and only half of them did he truly understand. Most of it was a blur, as though he had never truly escaped the water... as though he had slipped underneath the surface and watched from afar. Words echoed in his skull and he couldn't tell if they were his or someone else's. But then the voice grew louder, urgent. It startled him back to reality, breaking the surface of that water that drowned his mind. His eyes snapped open and he looked into the blur to find the voice. It called out a name that was vaguely familiar.
A female called out this name... looking at him as though she were looking at a dying friend... but, who was she? Who was Fenrir? He blinked in confusion, looking at her as though seeing her for the very first time.
"Is that... am I...?"
He asked her as he struggled to bring her image into focus. How did this lady know him? Who was she? Who was HE, for that matter? He struggled, trying to sit up, but as an excruciating pain shot through his sides he could hear another faint voice being pulled to the forefront.
'Don't move'
Ah, yeah... she doesn't have to tell him twice. That was horrible. Worst idea he's ever had. Or was it? Was his current condition the product of another of his ideas? Perhaps THAT had been the worst. The beige female that had just come into focus spoke, but not to him. Then the Beige asked the question he had been trying to ask. And like a broken record, he repeated it right after her.
'His name is Fenrir?'
"My name is Fenrir?"
His tone was confused, his voice hoarse from all the sea water he had ingested. Still he looked between the two, but decided he didn't have the strength to be that interested. So, he sighed and put the chattering of his medics in the back of his mind, trying to relax again... trying his damnedest to ignore the throbbing pain of breathing in his side as ribs floated around in his meat.
Water was thrown upon him then, and when the briny water hit his open wounds again he hissed in pain (not at anyone in particular, of course). Eventually, though, that terrible part was over. It's quite an unpleasant price to pay just to stay alive, eh?
He was thankful that things were beginning to get a little clearer, and he was able to cling onto conversation... finally! Though that might not have been a good thing... His eyes snapped open yet again and he gave Beige a look of horror.
"Pigeon pee?!?"
He cried out, his tone and vocals allowing for little doubt that he was still somewhat disoriented. Still... disoriented or not, he did not want to be bathed in pigeon pee! Suddenly briny ocean water is poured over his wounds again and he yowls a little louder than he's willing to admit. He wasn't READY!!!
"Ugh, just put me back in the ocean."
He complained as he groaned and moaned at the pain as they work on him and patched him up... AND whenever the thought of being bathed in bird piss and sea water again crosses his mind.
@Starling @Cressida @Echo
A female called out this name... looking at him as though she were looking at a dying friend... but, who was she? Who was Fenrir? He blinked in confusion, looking at her as though seeing her for the very first time.
"Is that... am I...?"
He asked her as he struggled to bring her image into focus. How did this lady know him? Who was she? Who was HE, for that matter? He struggled, trying to sit up, but as an excruciating pain shot through his sides he could hear another faint voice being pulled to the forefront.
Ah, yeah... she doesn't have to tell him twice. That was horrible. Worst idea he's ever had. Or was it? Was his current condition the product of another of his ideas? Perhaps THAT had been the worst. The beige female that had just come into focus spoke, but not to him. Then the Beige asked the question he had been trying to ask. And like a broken record, he repeated it right after her.
'His name is Fenrir?'
"My name is Fenrir?"
His tone was confused, his voice hoarse from all the sea water he had ingested. Still he looked between the two, but decided he didn't have the strength to be that interested. So, he sighed and put the chattering of his medics in the back of his mind, trying to relax again... trying his damnedest to ignore the throbbing pain of breathing in his side as ribs floated around in his meat.
Water was thrown upon him then, and when the briny water hit his open wounds again he hissed in pain (not at anyone in particular, of course). Eventually, though, that terrible part was over. It's quite an unpleasant price to pay just to stay alive, eh?
He was thankful that things were beginning to get a little clearer, and he was able to cling onto conversation... finally! Though that might not have been a good thing... His eyes snapped open yet again and he gave Beige a look of horror.
"Pigeon pee?!?"
He cried out, his tone and vocals allowing for little doubt that he was still somewhat disoriented. Still... disoriented or not, he did not want to be bathed in pigeon pee! Suddenly briny ocean water is poured over his wounds again and he yowls a little louder than he's willing to admit. He wasn't READY!!!
"Ugh, just put me back in the ocean."
He complained as he groaned and moaned at the pain as they work on him and patched him up... AND whenever the thought of being bathed in bird piss and sea water again crosses his mind.
@Starling @Cressida @Echo
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