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Who: Heero and Olive
What: Heero has been in a coma. Time to wake up and get back to work.
Where: The infirmary!
When: At some point this evening.
Warnings: Nope!
Heero had done the whole Barge coma thing before, and while he was still pretty freaked out when found himself feeling like he'd been drugged, and slowly pulling himself out of it, he was a little less concerned than he would normally be once he recognized the sounds of the infirmary. He remembered being in his room, working on his computer, and then he was waking up here, and the idea that someone had killed him or drugged him between then and now seemed one, ridiculous and two, like something he would have remembered.
And, seeing no need to bother Martha or one of the other doctors on call - largely because he still was a paranoid freak who just wanted to get the hell out of there, once he'd sufficiently woken up, he dragged himself out of bed, retrieved his journal, removed the IV from his arm and headed out.
Priority one: making sure Olive was still alive and not still hiding in her room after the events of the most recent flood he remembered. Which, according to his communicator, had been weeks ago.
He was definitely still tired, but the walk back wasn't hard, and it only took a few minutes before he was knocking on his warden's door. Surprise, Olive.
What: Heero has been in a coma. Time to wake up and get back to work.
Where: The infirmary!
When: At some point this evening.
Warnings: Nope!
Heero had done the whole Barge coma thing before, and while he was still pretty freaked out when found himself feeling like he'd been drugged, and slowly pulling himself out of it, he was a little less concerned than he would normally be once he recognized the sounds of the infirmary. He remembered being in his room, working on his computer, and then he was waking up here, and the idea that someone had killed him or drugged him between then and now seemed one, ridiculous and two, like something he would have remembered.
And, seeing no need to bother Martha or one of the other doctors on call - largely because he still was a paranoid freak who just wanted to get the hell out of there, once he'd sufficiently woken up, he dragged himself out of bed, retrieved his journal, removed the IV from his arm and headed out.
Priority one: making sure Olive was still alive and not still hiding in her room after the events of the most recent flood he remembered. Which, according to his communicator, had been weeks ago.
He was definitely still tired, but the walk back wasn't hard, and it only took a few minutes before he was knocking on his warden's door. Surprise, Olive.