[Open] Forever Feels Like Home
Who: Break and Gilbert and whoever else Gilbert has asked to help.
When: After this
Where: Not sure, hospital to start off with
Summary: Breaks wounds from fighting the Baskerville's has flared up, leaving him in a pretty bad condition. He's completely blind now too. Some serious healing is in needing!
Warnings: Angst, sorrow, pain, blood, trolling, hopefully a happy ending
His head. Why was his head hurting so badly, when Break was sure it was his side that had been causing him the discomfort. It was bright, too bright. Break wasn't one to believe in heaven, no, if he was going anywhere after death, it wouldn't be any place peaceful. Though, there was a soft voice calling his name, a gentle, warming female voice. Through his sightless eye, Break thought, that just for a moment, he could see. The shadow of a being, small and blurred so that any and all contours were mixed into the faceless voice. If Break was a religious man, he would have sworn he could see and feel the warmth of a halo, it hit him like a ray of light.
".... Emily? ...."
His hand felt out towards the figure before him and he smiled. Break actually smiled. It was then that the area darkened once more, with more shadows, more figures standing next to the shapeless body he'd called out to. " Master Sinclair? ..." Break gasped breathlessly and drew his hand back to his chest. He felt like he was falling when suddenly reality set back in.
The beeping of pointless and persistent medical machines, the smell of cleaning fluids and antibiotics. Break's face dropped its from the positively enlightened expression, to that of disapproval.
Gilbert. Please don't tell me that I was just reaching out to Gilbert?
When: After this
Where: Not sure, hospital to start off with
Summary: Breaks wounds from fighting the Baskerville's has flared up, leaving him in a pretty bad condition. He's completely blind now too. Some serious healing is in needing!
Warnings: Angst, sorrow, pain, blood, trolling, hopefully a happy ending
His head. Why was his head hurting so badly, when Break was sure it was his side that had been causing him the discomfort. It was bright, too bright. Break wasn't one to believe in heaven, no, if he was going anywhere after death, it wouldn't be any place peaceful. Though, there was a soft voice calling his name, a gentle, warming female voice. Through his sightless eye, Break thought, that just for a moment, he could see. The shadow of a being, small and blurred so that any and all contours were mixed into the faceless voice. If Break was a religious man, he would have sworn he could see and feel the warmth of a halo, it hit him like a ray of light.
".... Emily? ...."
His hand felt out towards the figure before him and he smiled. Break actually smiled. It was then that the area darkened once more, with more shadows, more figures standing next to the shapeless body he'd called out to. " Master Sinclair? ..." Break gasped breathlessly and drew his hand back to his chest. He felt like he was falling when suddenly reality set back in.
The beeping of pointless and persistent medical machines, the smell of cleaning fluids and antibiotics. Break's face dropped its from the positively enlightened expression, to that of disapproval.
Gilbert. Please don't tell me that I was just reaching out to Gilbert?