It was easy to just let go the moment that he was safe. Maybe he should have tried to stay awake, but he really just couldn't. He was too tired, too drained, in too much pain. The painkillers helped him block out everything that was going on as the medics stabilized him, cleaned him up, and stitched him up, which was just a good thing overall. Between the gunshot wounds, the burn on his chest, and the old injuries from the punishment sessions he endured for months, his body was an overall mess and he would have probably snapped at someone the moment he saw the look on their faces when they found the scars throughout his body.
At some point, though, the painkillers began to wear off. His body tensed as he prepared to open his eyes, too disorientated for a moment to even remember where he was or what had happened, but slowly the sounds filtered in. The heart monitors, the sound of voices speaking as the doctors walked out of the medbay, and that was when he began to remember the escape. He was out. He was...free? His eyes slowly opened, and that was when he finally realized that he wasn't really dreaming. He was hooked up to an IV, he could feel the heart monitor. The bandages, the sling his arm was in, he nasal cannula. His chest felt like an elephant had sat on it before someone set it on fire, but he tried to ignore the sensation as he used his free hand to pull the cannula away from his nose.
It... Shit, how long had he been out for?
The thought was dismissed, though, because he couldn't just ignore the relief at the fact that he wasn't waking up in a cell anymore. He wasn't being shocked awake, either, and he looked off to the side as if to see who was around.
And that was when he saw Peter. It felt good to realize that he had been real, that he hadn't been hallucinating how he had imagined that he had been, and he let out a sigh under his breath. "Hey, kid."
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At some point, though, the painkillers began to wear off. His body tensed as he prepared to open his eyes, too disorientated for a moment to even remember where he was or what had happened, but slowly the sounds filtered in. The heart monitors, the sound of voices speaking as the doctors walked out of the medbay, and that was when he began to remember the escape. He was out. He was...free? His eyes slowly opened, and that was when he finally realized that he wasn't really dreaming. He was hooked up to an IV, he could feel the heart monitor. The bandages, the sling his arm was in, he nasal cannula. His chest felt like an elephant had sat on it before someone set it on fire, but he tried to ignore the sensation as he used his free hand to pull the cannula away from his nose.
It... Shit, how long had he been out for?
The thought was dismissed, though, because he couldn't just ignore the relief at the fact that he wasn't waking up in a cell anymore. He wasn't being shocked awake, either, and he looked off to the side as if to see who was around.
And that was when he saw Peter. It felt good to realize that he had been real, that he hadn't been hallucinating how he had imagined that he had been, and he let out a sigh under his breath. "Hey, kid."