Ninteenth Drift

[driftingpersona]

*Julius is unconscious, again. But this time he doesn't have a smirk on his face, he doesn't look like he's alseep and he doesn't look strong at all. His small frame is wrought with bruises, his arms burnt and his lower face covered with blood that no doubt came out of his mouth. He is barely breathing and his heart rate is slow. He is only

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[puru_gone_wild]

*Not like it'll make much difference, but Ennil quietly slips a letter sent to Julius from his alma mater, thanking him for what he did, next to his bedstand.*

When you're better you can read that.

[driftingpersona]

*A few days later after Julius is able to sit up. He reads it...*

[puru_gone_wild]

*And due to her daily checkups on Julius, Ennil finds him just as he's finishing the letter.*

You're up. How're you feeling?

[driftingpersona]

Uh... I've been better. I've been worse... barely.

[infinitehistory]

[The door slammed open with alarming, immediacy!]

[Ohh man, is Alex is pissed again or something?]

[driftingpersona]

*Julius is barely moving. He is breathing slowly but steadily, though he's still on life support as machines work hard regenerating him. The only thing showing he is even aware of her is his eyes, the one she can see moves ever so slightly, following Alex' movements.*

[infinitehistory]

I can't believe that nurse tried to tell me I can't see you! You're my spouse, damn it! 'Not a real marriage.' That doesn't matter damn it... [Grumble grumble, siiigh]

[She pulls out a chair and sits down next to him.]

[driftingpersona]

*He continues to look at her with one eye. His voice is almost a whisper.*

I really did it to myself this time didn't I?