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Alistair closed his eyes as she consoled him. If only she knew how much he would be willing to sacrifice for her. All she ever needed to do was ask. He felt the bed shift and reopened his eyes, only to find her warm hand cupping his face. Had her palm always felt so soft? He allowed himself a degree of freedom and leaned his head into her hand, an almost dreamy smile on his face.

Her touch alone could ruin a man. 

“You’ll never lose me, Ginevra. Never again. Not like that.” He whispered, daring to turn his face and press a soft kiss against her fingertips. “I’ll always be here as long as you still want me. I’ll read you stories and wander the forests alongside you. I’ll rub your back and tell you jokes. I’ll–” He cut himself off, realizing he must’ve sounded like some starstruck fool. He leaned away from her and reached back towards the night stand for the forgotten sandwiches, which he presented to her now with a beaming smile. “I’ll make you the world’s best tea sandwiches at any time! Day or night!” 

Listening to the other it was hard for Ginevra not to smile, everything he said had always reassured her, made her feel wanted but she had to wonder, did ever think about the kiss as often as she? Because just his promise of the things he’d do for her - it was enough for her to lean over and kiss him but she didn’t and because she didn’t her heart ached for it. Instead, her eyes just concentrated on his lips instead of just dreaming that maybe one day she’d be able to kiss him. It was when he pulled away from that her smile dimmed and she sat up, turning towards him when he brought over the sandwiches. “Guess it’s really been five minutes then.” She joked as she got a piece of sandwich and took a bite - making sure not to get anything on the bed. “You do know how to make amazing sandwiches.” Ginevra flashed a smile up at him before looking back down at the sandwich in her hands then looked over to the books piled in the far corner and could only laugh at the previous things he promised her. She truly tried her hardest to not get her hopes up - to not read too far into things. To not just assume something and make a total ass of herself if she ever did act before thinking.  “You have no idea how fortunate I feel to have bumped into you the first night we meet. To still have you in my life even after years of not. I’d do anything for you just as well.” She said looking back over at the other but just as before, her eyes feel his lips and she could only bite her lip just to contain herself. “I’ll never not want you part of my life, even when you get tired of me….” She cleared her throat and adjusted her legs to sit criss cross but still kept the blanket over her lap. “Do you promise to read me stories?” 

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“Well, it does help that Cilla and Alyssa only asked me to make dinner every other night. Turns out I’m horrible with a stove, though, so I mastered the art of the sandwich at a very young age.” Alistair let out a bit of an anxious laugh as he rubbed the back of his head, purposefully keeping himself from eating one of the sandwiches. He was too busy chastising himself. It would be just his luck that he’d forgotten to turn the tray at the right angle for her to see the note sticking out from underneath the lettuce. God, what if she accidentally took a bite of it? That truly would be the end of his life. He’d already spent all day making sure to have picked up all the notes he’d balled up and thrown across his room while desperately searching for the perfect wording. When he hit 3 in the morning, everything he came up with felt like wordy trash, so he simply wrote,

‘Would you join me at the ball?’ 

Alistair had been avoiding most public appearances since he came home, particularly high activity ones like the festivals. The last thing he wanted to do was get in the way with his cane, but he’d be damned if he wouldn’t get to at least try to take the girl of his dreams to one just once. He’d even been practicing.

“I had no idea how lucky I was to have met you that first night. There was no way that I could ever even dream of being so fortunate.” He forced himself to place the sandwiches back on the table to give himself something else to do rather than nervously await her reaction. He settled back onto the bed, his bad leg straightened out to the side. “I promise to read you stories anytime you wish... if you’ll promise me something back.” Unable to contain himself, he glanced down to her sandwich and then back to her eyes, biting his lower lip to keep his expression somewhat normal.

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     Silently, he had stood in the shadows, allowing her to process whatever she was feeling: guilt, grief, or rage. An ash blonde brow rose at her exclamation, head canting as if to better understand her outbursts. Of course, he thought, anything for you. He doesn’t know what to do, whether or not he should offer her open arms or a calming, repetitive pet of her head. So he simply stood there, nodding at her words.      “Anything you want      ” Truly, anything he could do, to the best of his abilities, he would for her. And if that means making a hit on the most dangerous mob boss and his goons, he would. “ You gotta name to give me? ”

An unexpected wave of relief hit her when he stepped forward and accepted. Half of her thought she was foolish for fearing he might decline, but the other half was grateful she wouldn’t have to do it herself. She could, but it would have been... too personal. She knew herself well enough to know that she got messy when she cared too much and that was the last thing anyone needed. 

“Lebovitz, one of Pisani’s captains. It has to be. I just know it. No other bastards on the planet care for their victims like Pisani’s men.” Her voice lowered to a spiteful whisper as she looked back down at the corpse. She’d seen plenty of victims before, but it was rare that she had to go around the room sorting out pieces of flesh to try and work the body back into a recognizable, humanoid mass. Her blue gloves had already turned black with dried blood. He’d been wrapped in a tarp to try and keep the smell of decomp to a minimum, but there was only so much plastic could do. Whether the extra shaking was from her personal grief or the times she’d stepped out of the apartment to vomit, she wasn’t sure. The only thing she was sure of was the overwhelming need to have Panos both bear witness and handle the matter, hence her calling him - and only him - to the scene once she was sure she could speak without completely losing her shit. Again. 

“I don’t care who you have to go through to end them. All I want is their blood... and Jace’s foot. I’ll be damned if he’s buried without it.”

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      Lighterless, azure hues drudgingly searched for bright sparks among the oddly crowded bar. Hearing the clicking of the flint, Panagiotis quickly cocked his head in its direction, carefully eyeing its owner. His anxiety shot through the roof, perhaps because of the amount of people in the bar or because he would have to interact with someone to receive any amount of relief. Sighing, he offered the other a smile.                                                             “ ‘an I get a light? ” 

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A warm buzz of alcohol was exactly what Valoria needed after a long day. Her sore feet were completely forgotten as she scrolled through the messages on her phone. She absentmindedly pulled a cigarette and a lighter from her purse. Humming quietly along to the bar’s music, she lit her cigarette and raised it to her lips, only to be startled by a familiar voice. She turned to face him, hair flying over her shoulder as her eyes adjusted to a face she knew she’d never forget. “Well, well. If it isn’t my favorite little vermin,” she practically sang as she leaned back against the bar, crossing her legs and propping herself up by her elbow. “I never took you to be the unprepared type.” 

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“I want them dead, I want their family dead, I want their house burned to the ground!” Valoria hissed as she stared down at the mangled body in front of her. There was no way the death had been easy, never mind the fact that she’d walked the perimeter of the room five times and still couldn’t find her friend’s foot. Of all the things to take! 

“Panos!” The sound of her own voice startled her just enough to remind her that she needn’t sound angry at him. “Panos,” she repeated, her voice now down to an even tone, “I don’t trust anyone else to do it properly.” She turned to him, golden eyes seeking his for comfort? Reassurance? She wasn’t sure. What she was sure of was that her entire body trembled with the restraint required to keep her composure. 

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Words couldn’t describe just how handsome Alistair is. To his piercing blue hues, right down his contagious smile. Ginevra knew it was obvious to most just how she felt for him. Respect, protective….love - as a friend yes but she also couldn’t help herself to possibly think of a little more. Yes, that kiss happened years ago but anytime she was with him it felt like it happened just a few days ago but neither wanted to say anything, neither wanted to do anything. Maybe because it was they didn’t have the courage, maybe it was just because with Ginevra it seemed no matter who the guy was if they decided to go deeper than friendship - she lost them forever. That was a piece of history, the spirit didn’t want to repeat. She knew he cares for her and she makes that just enough. Though she watched the other carefully as her brows pinned together. Was she asking too much of him? She was nervous about what his next words were going to be but as always his words reassured her instead of doing the opposite. Damn does she love him so? It was as if a smile was permanently plastered on her features when she was around him. As he continued she closed her eyes as the smile showed just how happy she was. At the last thing, he said though she couldn’t help but to look up at him. The smile still there but it dimmed just a touch.   She’d be lying if she said she was happy when he was away - it was a lie but one she’d tell him. “Don’t ever make that sacrifice for me Alistair. I know going on adventures is what you love to do and I’m happy so long as you are but I won’t hold you back either.” She scouted closer but moved to lean on her arm just so she could reach over and cup his face gently. “I’d be more than thrilled to get your letters and send a few myself.” Which wasn’t the lie but in all honesty, she’d also want to be there with him but there was no way she’d be overbearing. “I just never want to lose you. Not completely. You mean to much.”

Alistair closed his eyes as she consoled him. If only she knew how much he would be willing to sacrifice for her. All she ever needed to do was ask. He felt the bed shift and reopened his eyes, only to find her warm hand cupping his face. Had her palm always felt so soft? He allowed himself a degree of freedom and leaned his head into her hand, an almost dreamy smile on his face.

Her touch alone could ruin a man. 

“You’ll never lose me, Ginevra. Never again. Not like that.” He whispered, daring to turn his face and press a soft kiss against her fingertips. “I’ll always be here as long as you still want me. I’ll read you stories and wander the forests alongside you. I’ll rub your back and tell you jokes. I’ll--” He cut himself off, realizing he must’ve sounded like some starstruck fool. He leaned away from her and reached back towards the night stand for the forgotten sandwiches, which he presented to her now with a beaming smile. “I’ll make you the world’s best tea sandwiches at any time! Day or night!” 

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Ginevra laughed as he placed his hand over her eyes, but closed them just as he was painting the picture in her head - though her smile never faded - it only got wider and wider with a few giggles here and there as he was making it sound to be such a horrid trip. Then again, with all that walking and not knowing what’s around the other corner, the trip he was describing to her is something that would definitely happen.  Though she still couldn’t contain her laughter nor dim her smile. Like she’s said before - she was always entertained with him. “Sounds like quite the journey to a marvelous place.” She said opening her eyes again once he pulled his hand away from her. It was the next thing he said that nearly made her blush and a widening smile that crossed her lips. It was a compliment…she was assuming and she didn’t know how to react it expect the smile that came out of it but she watched him closely as he looked up and turned his attention at the ceiling. He was always adorable when he was trying to hide the redness of his face from her but even more adorable when he didn’t know he was blushing  - which rarely even happened, but cute when it did. “I don’t know that can with such a place, but thank you.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek before turning on her back at looking up at the ceiling as well. She pondered her next words before she turned her head to look at him again. After everything that’s happened over the course of the few years, there was one thing she never wanted to happen. The smile now dimmed only fear of it actually happened and it was what caused her next words to surface. “Promise me that no matter what happens in our life - we never lose touch with one another.” Her gentle fingers squeezed around his hand. “You’re too important to me to lose, Alistair.”

Alistair was beyond ready to fight her. Not really. He couldn’t harm a living soul! But the mere idea that she thought that her beauty wasn’t worthy of being compared to a million setting suns was more than enough to make him want to argue with her. Just as he opened his mouth to do so, he felt her lips on his cheek and his words dissolved into embarrassed and overjoyed mush.

There was no use denying that Ginevra had always made him weak, but his feelings for her weren’t something he had garnered the courage up for facing. There was that one time that he somehow found the guts to kiss her and he had loved every millisecond of it. If the memory were to manifest itself as a book, the pages would already be worn thin by how often he reread every detail of the scene. But Alistair was a different character back then. Now, he was damaged goods... damaged goods who had literally abandoned her for years. 

When he heard her breathing in to speak, he turned his head to face her again. His blush was gone and had been replaced with a seriousness that he rarely allowed himself to be around her. All he wanted to do was bring her joy, but the promise she spoke of deserved so much more than his usual self. “Ginevra,” his fingers squeezed hers back and he turned so that his body was fully facing hers and he held onto her hand with both of his. “I promise that no matter what happens, I will never let myself lose contact with you. Even if I’m half the world away, I will send letters your way every day... but I don’t see that happening without you right by my side. I can’t...” He paused, realizing he was entering potentially dangerous territory. “You are more valuable to me than all the books i the world, Ginevra. I would be happy to stay home if it meant you would be happy as well.” 

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“Considering I’m taking over your room - I think it’s only fair. ” Even still till this day, the blonde haired girl looked back to the time they first met and since day one Alistair was always so easy to talk to. She never felt like she’d be judged so harshly, always felt like if need be she didn’t have to pretend that everything in her life is okay. Around Alistair, she wasn’t afraid to be a weakling she knew she was. No, he’s yet to see her cry but anytime she was around him he always knew how to make her smile. Perhaps that was why she cherished him so much? Instead of feeling unwanted - he made her feel safe…loved…wanted. It was a warming feeling she enjoyed having. One she wasn’t going to give up so easily. Twisting her hand a little to intertwine her fingers with his - she gently pulled him onto the bed as she moved over making enough room. Truth be told - Ginevra is horrible at reading people and she didn’t know how close they really are with one another. Sure they kissed before - but it was clear. Relationships and the Spirit didn’t mingle well with one another. So, she remained on her side and nuzzled her nose back into the pillow. “I want you to take me to the place you told me about. The place that almost stole you away from me. I want to see it. Not right away but when you go back…can I come with you?" 

Alistair allowed himself to be pulled onto the bed beside her, making sure not to jostle her around too much as he did so. He paused a quick moment to pull his socks off with his toes before diving under the blankets and settling in a respectful distance away from her, but close enough for his hand to remain in hers. “Well, I suppose you’re right about that but I most definitely don’t mind sharing. What’s mine is yours, Ginevra.” He said as he snuggled down into the pillows opposite to her and let out a long breath, feeling his muscles already loosen up. 

He had always found it easy to relax around Ginevra; he doubted he’d ever let himself be at such ease with anyone else. Nevermind the fact that he would never, ever let anyone else but her into his room. He’d be too worried that they’d make a mess or that they’d witness his nonexistent mess. 

“We can go there right now, if you like.” Alistair reached over slowly and gently placed the palm of his hand over her eyes, making sure to watch her face for any signs of discomfort. “Imagine walking for days, keeping the sun to your back in the mornings and in front of you at night, only ever stopping when you have to scrounge up some food. Your legs ache and your tummy aches and a bath would be bliss but you have to keep walking. And walking. And walking.” He paused, chuckling a bit at how overly dramatic he was being, but he quickly pulled it back together. “Imagine coming up on a mountain that is so tall that its very tip is covered by the clouds. Through the trees, you see some kind of mountain path. Your legs hurt, sure, but it’s a mountain path and you’re an explorer!

You go up the mountain, walking around fallen rocks and jumping over dead trees so thick that two men couldn’t fit their arms around them. The path twists and turns and the trees are so thick that it hardly seems as though you’re climbing at all until you manage to get a quick glimpse of the road getting further and further away. And, just when you think you simply can’t walk anymore, you arrive around the other side of the mountain and atop a cliff, just in time to see the setting sun blazing over a lake so clear that you can see the rocks at the bottom a stone’s throw away.” 

With his story complete, he pulled his hand away from her eyes, his own glimmering with excitement. “It was so beautiful Ginevra. It was so beautiful that it reminded me of you.” The words slipped out before he had a chance to catch them. He could feel his ears going red first like they always did and he quickly looked up at the ceiling in an attempt to keep his face from getting as red as he was sure it was becoming. 

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It was enough said that Ginevra could walk for miles and explore but Alistair definitely had her beat. She wasn’t out of shape by all means but a few extra minutes into her normal adventures and she was a lot more beat. She was only so grateful to have someone like the wererabbit to be so kind as to let her sleep off their adventure. It didn’t really take long till she knocked out with a smile on her face. She enjoyed the other’s company more and it clearly showed just how much she enjoys her time with him through the resting smile on her face only proving just how much she does. Hearing the other call out her name, she nearly groaned, not wanting to wake up, so she buried her nuzzled her nose into the crease of her elbow as if it’ll block everything out and she’d continue to sleep. Though it was more than just her tiredness from the walk - it was the other’s scent surrounding her and making her deep breaths calm. Sleeping at his house felt much more relaxing than in her own place - which was just a bizarre thing to say. Feeling Alistair softly rubbing at her knuckles she couldn’t help the wide smile and it was fake sleeping game over.  Opening her eyes she was met with his own blue hues and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Would I be too much of a child if I pleaded for five more minutes?” She wrinkled her nose a little but didn’t make a move to sit up.

When Ginevra opened her eyes, Alistair felt a bit like a child who’d opened a present at Christmas, but he knew he had to contain his excitement. He would be the first person to proclaim that nothing was more annoying than someone who was overly chipper when he would first wake up. It was just hard to control when he had made a new recipe! Even sandwiches could be spruced up when you find a new recipe in your grandmother’s cookbook! 

Alistair grinned at her question and scrunched his nose right back at her. “Well, that depends on whether or not I’m allowed to join you for the next five minutes?” He had asked mainly to tease her, but she also looked impossibly comfortable and he was admittedly jealous. 

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“Ginevra?” 

Alistair peeked his head into his room, foot holding his bedroom door open since his hands were a little occupied by the tray he carried. He and the water sprite had gone on an afternoon adventure and, when they returned, he’d offered to let her take a nap in his room. He wasn’t quite sure if she was up yet but he’d made sandwiches and tea. Surely that was a good enough reason to wake anyone up. 

“Ginevraaa.” He called out her name a little louder this time, adding a soft tune to his voice as he slipped the rest of the way into the room and set the tray down on his night stand. “Wake up, sleepyhead.” His voice was much quieter now that he was next to her. He crouched down beside her and gently took hold of one of her hands, his thumb running over her knuckles. He set his head down on the side of the mattress, blue eyes patiently watching for her to wake up. 

[indeeperwater]

Abandoned and Hunted | Closed

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unscriptedloses:

Ginevra was truly still in shock in seeing Alistair having a more less quick recovery. Hearing about his accident, no doctor predicted him to wake up for at least a few more month just so his brain can give the body the proper time to heal itself. He knew his name and where he was, fantastic. So far so good. Even when Alistair was unclear of the accident…or at least the rest of the accident after his leg was crushed, she wasn’t startled at all. It’s normal for the mind to block out trauma but how was supposed to say you’re in a coma for 5 months in a hospital she wasn’t too sure was an actual hospital any more than a death trap.

The young blonde has often seen death, she’s a doctor after all, but there was something different about this hospital. People containing diseases she’s never seen, where it rotted you inside and out. Then soon after you disappeared…or just skipped the disease altogether and just disappeared. She was growing eerie of this island and the only things keeping her here is her friend and Alistair.

“I’m afraid, Mr. Wesley, you were in a serious ATV accident, your leg was severely injured as well as your ribs. I’m sorry to tell you that you were in a coma for 5 months.” She placed the water on the table by the bed before pulling out her little silver flashlight out. “I’m going to flash the light in your eyes to see how out of the comatose state you are.” She warned before moving her fingers to softly open his eyelids a bit more before flashing the light enough on his eyes to see how out of it he was but also so it didn’t hurt his eyes too much either.

After telling someone that they woke up 5 months later from the last memory they remembered, she knew it’ll take time to adjust. So, all the tests she wanted to run to make sure she still wasn’t imagining this - she pushed herself to take a step back. “Is there any questions you’d like to ask me?”

“I’m afraid, Mr. Wesley, you were in a serious ATV accident, your leg was severely injured as well as your ribs. I’m sorry to tell you that you were in a coma for 5 months.”

Alistair stared at her as though she’d just signed his execution warrant.

Memories came flooding back. Not of his life back home, but of his life trapped inside his own body. He remembered running through rooms. It was always a different room. Sometimes, it would be a decrepit bathroom with flicker lights. Other times, he’d dodge dancers in the middle of the ballroom floor. All he knew was that he couldn’t stop running. Something was chasing him. He’d never gotten a good look at it, but all he knew was that he had to run.

When his friends would visit the hospital at the beginning and he would be able to open a door to a library. He couldn’t understand what they were saying by his bedside, but the tone of their voices alone was enough for his subconscious to allow himself a moment of safety. He would rest in the chairs and wander the library just as he would have back home until his friends stopped visiting. The library disappeared and he ran for what felt like eternity. Every now and then, the people in his visions were running too, and they were scarily life-like. Some of them had names and stories but they were all caught by it in the end. It would be behind the next door they opened or it would jump in from a window. It was all they could do just to stay alive through the hellish visions. At first, he assumed that grouping up would somehow lessen this insanity-inducing hellscape, but the names and faces began blurring together. They all ended up the same way: captured by the beast. It was only a matter of time before he, too, would be caught. He rarely dared to take a break. Each room presented a new setting with new hiding places for his pursuer, but the only safe haven he’d found was lost to him until it reappeared one day.

As Alistair sank himself into one of the library’s chairs, he could hear what almost sounded like a woman’s voice. He didn’t know her, but he felt like he’d known her voice for a long time. He didn’t understand anything she said, nor did he make an attempt to find her. He was all too grateful for the opportunity to just relax, even if it was only for a few minutes. The library almost became a reoccurring haven. He knew it would appear eventually, as would the voice. Alistair was in the library before he was in the hospital. He didn’t remember opening a door to get here but, when you go through as many as he had, he was certain he’d stepped through one.

He didn’t even register her flashing the light in his eyes or the question she asked afterward. Too many details were coming back to him at once. The sudden light distorted his vision, causing black spots to dance across his eyes. The spots, combined with the drugs the doctors had been using to keep his body going for so long, convinced him that the figure that he’d been fleeing for so long was the very woman who stood before him. Alistair lurched forward, ignoring the pull of exhaustion as he attempted to will his muscles to work. Being bedridden had weakened him considerably but not so much that he was unable to go for her neck. He knocked the IV stand over with his quick movements and his monitors went haywire.  His blue eyes were clouded over with madness as he attempted to choke his assailant. “Not me, you bastard.” He spat out between gritted teeth.

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[indeeperwater]

Abandoned and Hunted | Closed

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unscriptedloses:

Ginevra was writing the little progression Alistair has made within the weeks. She did have to admit for a coma patient it was normal to show little to no signs of improvement within the first couple of days only because the brain was still allowing the body to properly heal, and the way that she saw Alistair bandage up - she wasn’t expecting any major improvements but a doctor could only perform their best and then some and just pray the patient is just as willing to heal as the doctor is to assist. Though really that’s all doctors really are. Assistance to the body to what they naturally do. Heal, sure sometimes doctors have to do more things to get the body to the natural stage of healing but they are still assisting the broken body to heal itself.

Argo, Alistair progress was something she’s never seen before in a coma patient and that was the little but apparently really effective progressive he’s made. It was important to document any changes - even the littlest changes in the patient must be documented and nothing can be overlooked. Which is why she didn’t initially see Alistair’s small movements. It was his stringing voice that brought her attention to him.

The young girl’s head snapped over in his direction just to confirm she wasn’t hearing things now. Afterall with so many people missing, and the still constant feeling of threatening eyes watching you - hearing things wouldn’t surprise her. Truly she believed she was going crazy with every second she was here.

“Shhh, save your breath.” She said calmly as she fixed the pillows behind him so he was sitting up enough to still not disturb the healing of his ribs and enough to where he wouldn’t choke on the water she then poured him. Even though his worse injury was his leg - she still didn’t want to take chances and guided the edge of the cup to his lips and slowly allowed the water to flow past his lips but stopped so there wasn’t so much work for his throat to do, or handle. She didn’t need him coughing up water and add more injuries to the broken man. “My name is Dr. Ginevra Winters - I am one of your doctors. Do you know your name and where you are?” She said pulling the cup away and giving him time and allow the water help with the scratchy sound in his voice that he must have felt in his throat.

With how quickly the woman turned towards him, he almost thought he’d done something wrong by speaking up. Half of him wished he hadn’t spoken at all until her calm voice grounded him again. He made no sounds of protest as she moved the pillows so he could almost sit, but his face was scrunched up against the hints of pain coming from his torso. He remembered hurting his leg during the crash but he didn’t remember much else. His ribs had healed most of the way while he was asleep, but they did not like it when he breathed in too deeply. Whatever concoction of pain medication they had him on seemed to make him numb to the vast majority of it.

Alistair raised his hand as though he were going to take the cup from her, but the movement made him become aware of the IV in the back of his hand. The water had to have been the best damn water he’d tasted in his entire life. His throat protested some to swallowing but it was well worth the relief that came with it.

Ah, so she was a doctor and not a nurse? He supposed he was even luckier than he’d originally thought. He attempted to clear his throat just so that he wouldn’t sound like the desert when he spoke. “My name is Alistair Wesley.” This time around, he could barely hear the tone of his own voice. Barely. He took a moment to glance around at the room. He’d never spent much time at the hospital, so nothing particularly stood out to him. The only hint he really received was the flora and fauna outside his window. “We’re back on Fiji, right?” He asked, turning back to the kind doctor. He imagined his friends had gone back to their hotel rooms or something. He’d have to let them know he was awake. As much as he’d enjoyed his time on the island, he was ready to be back home. He’d had enough adventure for this lifetime and perhaps the afterlife too.

But, first things first. “I don’t really recall what happened. I know there was a crash but, that’s about it…” He glanced down as if something might jog his memory, but nothing seemed to come to mind, so he looked to her for answers instead.

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