When Rey woke up, he was vaguely aware that something was wrong. There was a feeling in the back of his still groggy mind, nagging at him. Needless to say, he didn't like it, so he opened his eyes. His surroundings were what first clued him in. It wasn't his and Shinn's room in the Minerva--it looked more like a hospital room. Cold and clean. Only Rey couldn't immediately figure out why he was in such a place. As far as he could tell, he wasn't injured whatsoever. The grogginess was a little worrying, as he was usually awake first thing in the morning, but not a huge concern.
It was only then he remembered that he had been injured. As a matter of fact, injuries shouldn't even be significant anymore. He was supposed to be dead.
Now, he was definitely awake, as he sat up. He took note of his strange clothing--this wasn't an ordinary hospital, for sure--before swinging his legs over the bed. Examining the room from where he was sitting, he was beginning to think that his clothing wasn't the only thing off about this place. He couldn't see any evidence of equipment, which was very strange, considering he knew he should've been suffering severe wounds. Pressing his fingers to his forehead, he noticed the lack of bandages or blood, despite recalling a nasty cut there. And that couldn't have possibly been his only injury. While he hadn't remained conscious for long, he remembered a searing pain in the Messiah, when he'd been prepared to die with Captain Gladys. There was no way he could've gotten away from that, unharmed.
That then begged the question: How long had he been unconscious? Quite a long time, it seemed. He wondered if Lunamaria or Shinn had come to visit him, or if they even knew he was here. Probably not, if anyone told him about how he'd been manipulated. Suddenly, Rey was beginning to wish he'd never done that. It'd seemed right at the time, but now that he knew he'd been fighting for the wrong thing, he could no longer justify his actions.
Unfortunately, that line of thinking led him to Gil, and he had to restrain himself from bursting into tears. He'd cried enough, he told himself. However, that didn't stop the sadness from bearing down on him, threatening to suffocate him. It tightened around his chest with the guilt, and all he could think was I'm so sorry, so sorry.
How cruel life was, to force him to survive. "All life, no matter how difficult, is worth living" be damned, Rey didn't want to deal with this. What was he supposed to do now, without Gil?
For someone whose ideals would continue to live on, he was rather miserable. Funny how that worked out.
He was about to move off the bed, when the sound of the door opening alerted him to a new presence in the room. A nurse, from the looks of it. Her eyes widened slightly upon seeing Rey.
"Oh! You're awake." A smile spread across her face as she approached him. Rey tensed; hospital or not, he had no idea where he was or she was. It seemed she noticed this, as she added: "I'm not going to hurt you, Richard."
Richard? Yet another thing that was wrong about this place. "My name is Rey," he replied, coolly. This only served to bring a mildly exasperated look on the nurse's face, before she smiled again. This time, however, her smile had a sadder touch to it.
"You're in Landel's Institute," she said. "I know this might be difficult to take in... but you're in a mental hospital, Richard."
Rey couldn't even think of a proper reply to that, other than that he wasn't crazy, but he didn't think those words would mean anything to her. Instead, he stared, wide-eyed, numerous questions running through his head. Before he could ask any of them, the nurse continued.
"Now that we're all settled--" Settled? He was barely grasping what she was trying to say. "--why don't you come with me? The next shift has just started."
It was only then he remembered that he had been injured. As a matter of fact, injuries shouldn't even be significant anymore. He was supposed to be dead.
Now, he was definitely awake, as he sat up. He took note of his strange clothing--this wasn't an ordinary hospital, for sure--before swinging his legs over the bed. Examining the room from where he was sitting, he was beginning to think that his clothing wasn't the only thing off about this place. He couldn't see any evidence of equipment, which was very strange, considering he knew he should've been suffering severe wounds. Pressing his fingers to his forehead, he noticed the lack of bandages or blood, despite recalling a nasty cut there. And that couldn't have possibly been his only injury. While he hadn't remained conscious for long, he remembered a searing pain in the Messiah, when he'd been prepared to die with Captain Gladys. There was no way he could've gotten away from that, unharmed.
That then begged the question: How long had he been unconscious? Quite a long time, it seemed. He wondered if Lunamaria or Shinn had come to visit him, or if they even knew he was here. Probably not, if anyone told him about how he'd been manipulated. Suddenly, Rey was beginning to wish he'd never done that. It'd seemed right at the time, but now that he knew he'd been fighting for the wrong thing, he could no longer justify his actions.
Unfortunately, that line of thinking led him to Gil, and he had to restrain himself from bursting into tears. He'd cried enough, he told himself. However, that didn't stop the sadness from bearing down on him, threatening to suffocate him. It tightened around his chest with the guilt, and all he could think was I'm so sorry, so sorry.
How cruel life was, to force him to survive. "All life, no matter how difficult, is worth living" be damned, Rey didn't want to deal with this. What was he supposed to do now, without Gil?
For someone whose ideals would continue to live on, he was rather miserable. Funny how that worked out.
He was about to move off the bed, when the sound of the door opening alerted him to a new presence in the room. A nurse, from the looks of it. Her eyes widened slightly upon seeing Rey.
"Oh! You're awake." A smile spread across her face as she approached him. Rey tensed; hospital or not, he had no idea where he was or she was. It seemed she noticed this, as she added: "I'm not going to hurt you, Richard."
Richard? Yet another thing that was wrong about this place. "My name is Rey," he replied, coolly. This only served to bring a mildly exasperated look on the nurse's face, before she smiled again. This time, however, her smile had a sadder touch to it.
"You're in Landel's Institute," she said. "I know this might be difficult to take in... but you're in a mental hospital, Richard."
Rey couldn't even think of a proper reply to that, other than that he wasn't crazy, but he didn't think those words would mean anything to her. Instead, he stared, wide-eyed, numerous questions running through his head. Before he could ask any of them, the nurse continued.
"Now that we're all settled--" Settled? He was barely grasping what she was trying to say. "--why don't you come with me? The next shift has just started."
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