Desmond Miles ❖ 15

[failssassin]

Who: failssassin and somarium
Where: Somni main Hospital
Style: Starts in third, but I'll follow anyone's choice
Status: OPEN!

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[failssassin]

He watched her move away from him in a daze, while his still coma-fogged brain tried to make sense of what she was telling him. What was Lucy meaning by she wasn't there when he collapse? She had been right there in the Temple with him, no? He frowned: "I....I don't understand....where were you?"

'His bar?' The last place he had own a bar was back in that strange dreamworld he had been living in for the past year. Desmond blinked and the crease on his forehead deepened before he reached for the hospital bracelet around his wrist. With slightly trembling fingers, he turned it until he could read the name of the establishment. 'Somni General Hospital'. There was no doubt now and he couldn't help the slacking of his shoulders and the slightly whining tone:

"No....I'm still here...."

Gone was the hope of Lucy being truly alive. Appearing in the dreamworld meant nothing: dead people had showed up all the time after all. The bartender gave the blond a torn look and instantly recognized the look she was giving him before she moved her gaze away from him. It was the same look Lucy always gave him whenever he would make a bad joke about his sanity: that look of guilt he wished so many times to find a way to erase it from her face.

"I remember falling down...I must have hit my head..." It was the lamest lie ever pulled by the novice, but he couldn't tell Lucy what he had collapse after seeing what had happened to them in Rome. Not when she was thinking this was all her fault.

[stfu_desmond]

Where was she? She raised her brows.

“I wasn’t here yet. I got here sometime after you fell into this… Coma.”

The word ‘coma’ alone was bothering her. Frowning, she shook her head. Straight face, Lucy. she told herself. The woman had always been good at putting on a mask and hiding when she was feeling uncomfortable, that wasn't changing right now. Any discomfort that the blond would be displaying right now would be because of her worry for Desmond, anyway.

“Where else would you be?” It didn’t occur to her that one could vanish from here and return to their own world somehow, mostly because she thought she was stuck here based on things she had heard and learned from people in the town.

Again though, she frowned. That was a horrible attempt at a lie he had just told her, her chest panged with guilt just knowing that he was fibbing about what had taken place. She could only imagine what the hell had occurred to cause his sudden coma. What was he doing to strain himself? It couldn’t have anything to do with the animus as it wasn’t present here in Somarium, but the effects that it had on him were ever present - and were probably taking its toll on him.

“Desmond…” her voice was quiet, riddled with guilt and worry for him. Lucy was trying to think of how to say to him that it was alright for him to tell her what had really happened, what caused the problem and whether he thought he needed help with it. Whatever he needed, Lucy would have been more than okay with providing to him, but…

“So you fell. Better watch yourself if you’re falling and hitting your head hard enough to knock yourself out for a few weeks.” It was clear that she didn’t buy a word of what he just said to her, however she didn’t want to stir the pot if he didn’t want to talk about it. Instead of asking him about what took place, she bit her tongue and held back.

[failssassin]

"Home. I thought I was back...home." The confession was uttered softly, in a defeated tone. Even though he had somehow managed on his own here for the past year, even though he had made a life of his own in Somarium, Desmond had always wanted to go back to his own world. If only to help his team, to see Lucy again, to save the world. And even though having the blond here with him was a small comfort, he was still disappointed he couldn't do much more than wait to be one of those that disappeared back to their world.

Half naked and freezing as he sat on the floor, Desmond moved to pull himself back into his bed, his eyes sweeping the areas to try and locate a shirt or a blanket before the goosebumps on his skin turned into shivers. He could easily hear in Lucy's tone that she wasn't buying his lie, not even one bit and part of wanted to smile at that. She knew him so well already and if he was being honest with himself, he had missed being called out on his bullshit. Grabbing the black T-shirt that was neatly folded on the bedside table, the novice slipped it on, taking in strides how the blond had willingly brushed away his attempt at slipping past an honest answer about his coma. He had no doubts that she would ask him again later when Lucy would think he was well enough to be grilled about the incident.

"Yeah, I was thinking of having the walls of my apartment padded to make sure this doesn't happen again."

He wasn't entirely sure how he had ended up in a real coma instead of sleep one, but he knew it had everything to do with the last memories he now had about their world.

[stfu_desmond]

“You mean back in Rome, don’t you?” The question didn’t really need an answer; she knew where he meant he thought he was. Honestly she couldn’t blame him, she would have done anything, paid any price, even taken up wishing on a star if it would guarantee that they could get back home and finish what they had begun when it came to their work.

Lucy, having arrived only to be told that Desmond was in a sudden coma, had fallen into a deep recess of fear and worry when it came to her other teammates. Shaun and Rebecca’s failures to be present in the random city she was currently occupying was weighing heavy on her conscience - did something happen to them? Like the emotions she was repressing when it came to Desmond’s sudden comatose state, Lucy was trying not to blame herself for what was going on here. For all she knew something had happened back in Rome, Abstergo had caught them and this was some crazed world Vidic had invented and immersed them all into via animus-like machines. Pushing back a frown, she watched as the bartender lifted himself and crawled into his bed once more.

Typically the woman wouldn’t have been alright with joking about Desmond’s mental state, but in the moment she figured the jesting might help him feel a bit better.

“Yeah that might make the future falls a little cozier.”

[failssassin]

"Yeah, I meant Rome" he said with a small nod. He then gave Lucy a long look, wondering if he should ask or not his next question, half fearing the answer. But he knew he needed to know and after a moment of silence, he spoke again: "What's the last thing you remember before getting here?"

Would Lucy ask about this world to the novice, he would have been able to put her doubts and fears to rest. A full year later after his arrival, he was starting to know the ins and outs of the dreamworld, and knew they had no reason to worry about the team mates they left in their world. Well, perhaps not, as Desmond had no idea how Rebecca and Shaun would have taken the fact that he had stabbed Lucy. Would they turn against him in the future? He would certainly not blame them if they did.

Though he was surprised that Lucy hadn't protest against his joke about his sanity, he offered her a small smile that didn't reach his eyes: "Yeah, though I think it'd be one Hell of chore to clean it. Too bad Shaun's not here."

He then fell into another silence, as his gaze remained on the blond. She looked exhausted and overwhelmed and he instantly felt the guilt gripping his heart as he knew he was the reason she was looking like that. He was torn about what to do next: part of him wanted to keep Lucy close so he could make sure she'd get the life she deserved to have: no worries, no long working hours, some time to have some fun. But there was still this insidious voice in his head that reminded him that he was the one that stolen that life from her, that she would never be able to have it if he stayed in her life. It hurt to think that the moment he finally had her with him in this world, he would have to give her away. But perhaps it was for the best. There was nothing showing on his expression about his mental debate when he finally spoke again:

"When did you arrive here? I mean, in Somarium?"