Octavia had come back the next day, per instruction, which was completely out of character in all honesty for her, but the world was changing after all. They’d been too over stocked that night, so once they’d seen, slathered, and wrapped her up she was sent on her merry way with a bottle of pain killers and told to come back in the morning.
It was one o’clock, so technically it wasn’t the morning, but this was considered morning for Octavia. The hospital was still flooded with victims of the attacks from the night previous, and so lacking space that they’d condensed rooms and had lost most of the organizational system that previously held strong.
That was how Octavia found herself in the same room for what, for lack of a better term, could be considered a check up with an unconscious Kane. The nurse had told her she’d be ‘right back’ with paper work to sign following the end of her appointment, but Medusa knew that really meant when she got a free minute, considering the overflow of patients requiring attention.
She was scrolling aimlessly through her phone, using the one eye that hadn’t been swollen near shut by the burns and the gauze to follow to posts when from the corner of said good eye she saw Kane wake.
“Sleeping beauty, how are we feeling?”
It’s subtle - the smell of antiseptic, the creaking wheels of hospital beds as they’re pushed down tile halls - and then it isn’t, Kane’s consciousness bringing everything around him into his awareness. The monitor to which he’s hooked warns him of his escalating heart rate before he feels it himself - panic, he’s panicking.
She’s the first thing he sees - gauze is spread across her skin and it compounds against the setting in a way that makes Kane sick.
She’s asked him something, and after a minute he realizes what’s been said - he makes like he might respond, but he’s halted as he notices the mask over his mouth, feeding him oxygen.
Naturally, his first thought would be to get it off, but when he goes to move his arm, he is immediately chided by sharp pains. It doesn’t do him well - what ought to be giving him breath does nothing but confine him, freak him out, choke him.
All things considered - heart monitor delivering a dangerous crescendo as time passes - it was not his best look.
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