LSR002>> [Aftermath...][/Action]
[ooc: Day and a Half After This
Open Tag after Laylee]
[In a flash nothing became everything. Sound, feeling and light which shone brightly on the otherside of Sephiroth's closed eyelids. It hurt a little, caused a closed-eye squint which dragged eyebrows together but the veil of haziness soon lifted. It felt like his body was floating upwards through a mass of thick tar, eventually breaking the surface-
The silver-crowned head leant further back into it's headrest by a fraction, the pillow easily gave way and became for a moment comfortable as Sephiroth managed to stretch beneath clinical covers. The stretch worked it's way from head downwards, working through every joint in his spine until it stopped suddenly. Something didn't want to stretch like it should; it had been fine right down to the abdomen and then-
Green eyes shot open in a flash at the raw, renewed pain which sat like a solid mass in the back of a hip joint. He'd already instinctively vocalized the pain, after which he'd forced it into a stiff-jawed grunt. Though once vision was restored a moment later he instantly wondered why he'd bothered; there wasn't anyone else in the room.
He was feeling pain again, that had to be a good sign. A quick glance around noted that perhaps there weren't so many lines in his arm, there were not even any traces of needle-holes that he could see. Wait a moment, not only could he feel now, but he could move, see- where had all the restraints gone? Sephiroth shifted both arms to either side of him and pushed in an attempt to sit up. The balls of pain sat in his hips ground with the movement, teased the edge of his pain tolerance to the point where moisture in the back of his throat told him bluntly to stop, or he'd hurl.]
Need to get up, He ordered himself as he found he was slowly sliding back to where he was to begin with, despite his arms trying to hold him sat up. One used-to be bloated shoulder cracked as repaired tendons were forced back into action You can't be defeated like this...
Open Tag after Laylee]
[In a flash nothing became everything. Sound, feeling and light which shone brightly on the otherside of Sephiroth's closed eyelids. It hurt a little, caused a closed-eye squint which dragged eyebrows together but the veil of haziness soon lifted. It felt like his body was floating upwards through a mass of thick tar, eventually breaking the surface-
The silver-crowned head leant further back into it's headrest by a fraction, the pillow easily gave way and became for a moment comfortable as Sephiroth managed to stretch beneath clinical covers. The stretch worked it's way from head downwards, working through every joint in his spine until it stopped suddenly. Something didn't want to stretch like it should; it had been fine right down to the abdomen and then-
Green eyes shot open in a flash at the raw, renewed pain which sat like a solid mass in the back of a hip joint. He'd already instinctively vocalized the pain, after which he'd forced it into a stiff-jawed grunt. Though once vision was restored a moment later he instantly wondered why he'd bothered; there wasn't anyone else in the room.
He was feeling pain again, that had to be a good sign. A quick glance around noted that perhaps there weren't so many lines in his arm, there were not even any traces of needle-holes that he could see. Wait a moment, not only could he feel now, but he could move, see- where had all the restraints gone? Sephiroth shifted both arms to either side of him and pushed in an attempt to sit up. The balls of pain sat in his hips ground with the movement, teased the edge of his pain tolerance to the point where moisture in the back of his throat told him bluntly to stop, or he'd hurl.]
Need to get up, He ordered himself as he found he was slowly sliding back to where he was to begin with, despite his arms trying to hold him sat up. One used-to be bloated shoulder cracked as repaired tendons were forced back into action You can't be defeated like this...