Holding out for a Hero
Who: Samus Aran steel_goddess , Miles Edgeworth mentis_reae , and any other visitors!
When: March 6th, all day
Where: Skye Medical
Summary: Samus is finally around after her experience with the Cults. People come to visit?
Warnings: Language maybe.
A steady beeping was the first thing that penetrated the haze that had settled into Samus' brain like a permanent resident. Everything was fuzzy and white around the edges...out of the one eye she could see out of that is. Raising a hand for a self-inspection, probing fingers encountered a gauzy bandage where her eye should have been. Careful tapping and exploring proved the eye was in fact there, and that she must be heavily doped up on painkillers.
The sound of searing flesh was burned into her mind as indelibly as it had been burned into her face, fresh and painful, even if the wound itself was a numb as could be.
They'd branded her, marked her face. And then...fuzzy. The pain had overwhelmed her at that point and she'd fought a losing battle against the creeping black of unconsciousness. But her heart still beat, she still drew breath, someone, or someones, had saved her.
Again.
This was becoming a habit.
When: March 6th, all day
Where: Skye Medical
Summary: Samus is finally around after her experience with the Cults. People come to visit?
Warnings: Language maybe.
A steady beeping was the first thing that penetrated the haze that had settled into Samus' brain like a permanent resident. Everything was fuzzy and white around the edges...out of the one eye she could see out of that is. Raising a hand for a self-inspection, probing fingers encountered a gauzy bandage where her eye should have been. Careful tapping and exploring proved the eye was in fact there, and that she must be heavily doped up on painkillers.
The sound of searing flesh was burned into her mind as indelibly as it had been burned into her face, fresh and painful, even if the wound itself was a numb as could be.
They'd branded her, marked her face. And then...fuzzy. The pain had overwhelmed her at that point and she'd fought a losing battle against the creeping black of unconsciousness. But her heart still beat, she still drew breath, someone, or someones, had saved her.
Again.
This was becoming a habit.