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[rage_andlove]

He's pretty sure that it's Heather that he dreams of. She doesn't talk to him and he doesn't really see her, but he's lying there with his head in he rlap and she's smoothing her hand over his hair. In the dream, he wonders why it's her and not Will, but she smells good and she's close and gentle and he wants to stay with her, for a while

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[lastof_five]

"Ah, I was wondering when you'd come to," Helen said, crossing to get him the requested glass of water and holding it out for him. "I'm Dr. Helen Magnus. How much do you remember before you were brought into surgery? Drs. Hadley and Saunders brought you in a short while ago but I'm not quite sure what they may have told you."

[rage_andlove]

There's a lot of information in a brief burst of talking and Tunny has to sift through it, shifting into a slightly more upright position so that he can reach for the cup with trembling hands.

"Which one was the pretty one?"

[lastof_five]

"That would be Dr. Hadley, I presume, unless we're talking about me," Helen teased, giving him a smile. "But yes, Dr. Hadley. Remy, I believe, may be her first name but I'm not entirely sure. We've worked in the clinic for a while but I've never really spoken with her."

[rage_andlove]

"I don't..." He swallows again and lets his head fall back. His head feels strange and swimming. His leg aches.

"My leg was fucked up."