Fearless On My Breath [Closed, tag Chase & Nathan]
For a moment Peter wasn't aware of anything but the beeping of a heart monitor. He wasn't even quite aware that that was what he could here. Just the knowledge that there was a beeping breaking into the darkness that surrounded him, and it was a noise he had heard before.
Then the pain came, and Peter just wanted to go back into the comforting darkness, to where he couldn't be aware of the world around him. Why would he wanted to be conscious if all there was, was pain?
It was so much easier just to stay ignorant. Ignorance really was bliss.
After a moment Peter was filled with confusion, and a sense he'd been here before, and not that long ago. Maybe he was still in the hospital, still sick with whatever he had caught. Maybe it hadn't been the fault of mosquitoes, and maybe he hadn't been cured.
Maybe he was dying.
Again he wondered why he would want to have that knowledge. If he was dying, wasn't it better not to know? He had been in pain numerous times before. He'd even died.
It was better not knowing. Not knowing that he was going to lose his brother again. Not knowing that he would lose someone else he loved in Chase.
For a moment the pain ebbed enough for Peter's mind to make one important connection. He did love Chase.
Maybe being aware of that particular part of life wasn't so bad. Maybe taking the pain so he could see Chase again would be worth it. Maybe if he just opened his eyes, he'd be rewarded.
Peter's eyes opened in slits, the harsh light of the room making him hiss in protest. When had everything become so bright? Blurred figures danced in front of him, and he had trouble focusing. "Ch..." The word wouldn't form, and Peter scrunched up his face in frustration. "Chrob..." he tried again.
[ooc: okay, so not exactly played out in real time, but this would be a follow on from the plot started oh so long ago. i hate life, i hate my job... enjoy!]
Then the pain came, and Peter just wanted to go back into the comforting darkness, to where he couldn't be aware of the world around him. Why would he wanted to be conscious if all there was, was pain?
It was so much easier just to stay ignorant. Ignorance really was bliss.
After a moment Peter was filled with confusion, and a sense he'd been here before, and not that long ago. Maybe he was still in the hospital, still sick with whatever he had caught. Maybe it hadn't been the fault of mosquitoes, and maybe he hadn't been cured.
Maybe he was dying.
Again he wondered why he would want to have that knowledge. If he was dying, wasn't it better not to know? He had been in pain numerous times before. He'd even died.
It was better not knowing. Not knowing that he was going to lose his brother again. Not knowing that he would lose someone else he loved in Chase.
For a moment the pain ebbed enough for Peter's mind to make one important connection. He did love Chase.
Maybe being aware of that particular part of life wasn't so bad. Maybe taking the pain so he could see Chase again would be worth it. Maybe if he just opened his eyes, he'd be rewarded.
Peter's eyes opened in slits, the harsh light of the room making him hiss in protest. When had everything become so bright? Blurred figures danced in front of him, and he had trouble focusing. "Ch..." The word wouldn't form, and Peter scrunched up his face in frustration. "Chrob..." he tried again.
[ooc: okay, so not exactly played out in real time, but this would be a follow on from the plot started oh so long ago. i hate life, i hate my job... enjoy!]