Day 50, Evening, Infirmary, Attn: Carson [F]
Beep... beep... beep... Conn felt himself floating upward from the darkness of unconsciousness. Somewhere, someone was talking, too muffled for him to make out the words.
His mouth was dry, his throat was sore, and his chest ached. It hurt to breathe, but it was dull, wrapped in cotton. Painkillers. Thank God for painkillers.
He had a sense of something against his nose, making him want to grimace, something stiff against his side, the pinprick of an IV in one arm.
He felt at once heavy, like his body had been poured into the bed-- bed? Yes, he was in a bed-- and light, floaty, disconnected.
They shall mount up on wings like eagles...
He opened his eyes and took in the odd ceiling.
Atlantis. He was in the lost city of Atlantis, in another galaxy, and they had been under attack and...
There had been someone. A woman. Athosian woman. Kelalle.
"Hello?" he tried, barely a rasping whisper, and was immediately seized with the need to cough.
His mouth was dry, his throat was sore, and his chest ached. It hurt to breathe, but it was dull, wrapped in cotton. Painkillers. Thank God for painkillers.
He had a sense of something against his nose, making him want to grimace, something stiff against his side, the pinprick of an IV in one arm.
He felt at once heavy, like his body had been poured into the bed-- bed? Yes, he was in a bed-- and light, floaty, disconnected.
They shall mount up on wings like eagles...
He opened his eyes and took in the odd ceiling.
Atlantis. He was in the lost city of Atlantis, in another galaxy, and they had been under attack and...
There had been someone. A woman. Athosian woman. Kelalle.
"Hello?" he tried, barely a rasping whisper, and was immediately seized with the need to cough.