[He'd thought he'd gotten used to this sensation, the nausea roiling in his gut, his head feeling like it's going to split open, but the fact that he can't quite pull himself off of his knees says otherwise. He tries to breathe slowly, his brain mentally running through what happened right before he...passed out, but the blaring of the sirens all around him is driving out coherent thought.
So, he focuses on breathing until he's sure that he's not going to deposit everything in his stomach on the floor. People are screaming, terrified, but when he's finally able to look up, he assesses the situation carefully.
If only it looked like anything he's ever faced before.
One sound, however, crystallizes, coming from behind him: his name, in a voice he recognizes, and laced with the same panic he sees around him. He manages to push himself to standing, turning to scan the room with more purpose now--to find her, rather than make sense of it. They'll make sense of it together.
She's got her back to him, but he recognizes the poodle skirt and the fall of her hair easily, and makes his way to her, reaching out to take hold of her arm, as he's done so many times.]
A forced awakening
So, he focuses on breathing until he's sure that he's not going to deposit everything in his stomach on the floor. People are screaming, terrified, but when he's finally able to look up, he assesses the situation carefully.
If only it looked like anything he's ever faced before.
One sound, however, crystallizes, coming from behind him: his name, in a voice he recognizes, and laced with the same panic he sees around him. He manages to push himself to standing, turning to scan the room with more purpose now--to find her, rather than make sense of it. They'll make sense of it together.
She's got her back to him, but he recognizes the poodle skirt and the fall of her hair easily, and makes his way to her, reaching out to take hold of her arm, as he's done so many times.]
Lucy...