Characters: Lucy, anyone visiting her bedside
Location: The infirmary
Time: During the early hours five days after Brothergate
Content: Lucy's been unconscious since the battle with the Brotherhood, but it's time for her to wake up. Feel free to tag for a bit before she does though.
Format: Prose
The beep of the heart monitor was the only sound in the infirmary this early in the morning. Lucy lay as she had for the past five days, unmoving in her bed with her blond hair spread about her head in matted tangles, a feeding tube and heart monitor connected to her arms to try and keep her alive. There was a sunken look to her, with dark circles under her eyes, a paleness to her complexion, and her skin looking as if it was pulled a little too tightly. The only sign of life was the steady rise and fall of her chest, and the occasional whimper that escaped from whatever bad dream was plaguing her.
She had pushed herself too far too fast, and had overloaded her mind in her effort to try and save others. Now Lucy's body was paying the price, and it remained to be seen how well she would recover.