[closed/completed]
WHO: Kristoph Gavin [myscarsmiles] and Ciel Vescovo [masterciel]
WHAT: Ciel finally wakes, almost a week after his attack.
WHERE: Reggio Calabria General Hospital.
WHEN: Day 112.
The boy opens his eye slowly when his conscious rises up, pushes him towards the surface of waking.
The first realization he has is that only one of his eyes is open: the other is bandaged, the area painful and throbbing, despite the flow of pain medication into his veins through a needle in his arm. The second is that he is deathly, unforgivably cold. The tips of his fingers and toes feel numb, gone.
The one good eye widens, swivels up towards the ceiling as his body jerks with fear at not being able to feel all his extremities, the tremors working through him a combination of everything compounded: fear, pain, more fear.
Where was he? What was going on? His tongue was heavy in his mouth, throat dry, and attempting to speak, he found he could only manage a croak: “..mother?”
WHAT: Ciel finally wakes, almost a week after his attack.
WHERE: Reggio Calabria General Hospital.
WHEN: Day 112.
The boy opens his eye slowly when his conscious rises up, pushes him towards the surface of waking.
The first realization he has is that only one of his eyes is open: the other is bandaged, the area painful and throbbing, despite the flow of pain medication into his veins through a needle in his arm. The second is that he is deathly, unforgivably cold. The tips of his fingers and toes feel numb, gone.
The one good eye widens, swivels up towards the ceiling as his body jerks with fear at not being able to feel all his extremities, the tremors working through him a combination of everything compounded: fear, pain, more fear.
Where was he? What was going on? His tongue was heavy in his mouth, throat dry, and attempting to speak, he found he could only manage a croak: “..mother?”