Patched Up ;; @commander-erwin-s
- - - - - - - - - - - - ➷ ➷ The blurs of her memories made time muddle together, her unconscious rest feeling like it lasted both weeks and minutes. She drifted in and out, one moment opening her eyes to see fingers standing above her in grey daylight, only to blink and see the room was dark and lifeless. Every now and then she'd see the red and blue lights, hear the screeching sirens, smell the burn of rubber and leather, but she knew those were only flashbacks. They were really the only reason she decided everything else must be happening in real time, but even then it was hard to feel grounded when all you could bring yourself to see was the ceiling above you, the sky out the window, and snippets of the past.
Finally the day came where she couldn't keep her eyes shut. They opened and they stayed open, and she was able to make out where she was for the first time in who knows how long. There were white sheets over her body, the hum of machines near her head, pale green walls, an idle TV set. There wasn't much point in attempting to sit up, feeling she was already elevated. She clenched and unclenched her hands just to make sure she could remember how, curled her toes in to make sure they were still there, and finally, slowly, she turned her head.
She wasn't alone.
Still not completely sober from the drugs, the coma, or the shock of it all, it was hard for her to tell if he was awake or not. Either the lights were on, or it was daytime; she hadn't bothered to look at the window, but the fact that she could make things one in the room proved that it was one of the two. So the stranger was likely to be conscious, unless his state was as sorry as hers.
Mikasa opened her mouth, giving herself a moment to breathe in. "Hey," she managed out, in a cracking voice. "Where is everyone?" The poor guy probably had no clue how to respond, if he was awake enough to respond at all, but perhaps it was the best place to start.
