@musesofthesun
it's late, or early; some time when the sun hasn't shown its face yet. it's dark, save for the dim glow of various machines and devices. idia curls up tighter in his bedsheets and covers, struggling to take a breath. so many invisible eyes watching him, judging him, condemning him. he already knows. he doesn't need to say anything, but he can't help a sob that finally rips itself out of his throat, a pathetic whimper in the dark hours supposed to be for rest -- "i'm sorry... 'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry..."
It's moments like this which are why Ortho has it so sensory inputs can awaken him at any moment. The noises of humming machinery are part of the ambiance, but anything outside of that would usually rouse him from sleep mode. Thankfully, this was no different, as the humanoid regains his senses fully to see what the trouble was.
It's either a nightmare or something akin to it, Ortho isn't quite sure which, but he needs to help Idia through it either way. He doesn't say anything yet, though, instead moving toward the bed, peering over with a concerned look. He'll shake his brother awake if he has to, but he doesn't want to startle him if he's already awake.













