runawaymxtants (liked for a starter)
York wasn’t sure how long he’d been out...it felt like such a long time. He remembered fighting alongside Tex, protecting her when Wyoming had showed up, but after that? It was all just a blank, groaning as he shifted in his restless sleep. “D-?” he muttered, hoping to locate the other so he could run dignostics on his current state, because however he was doing...it didn’t feel good. He felt like death, his right eye finally cracking open after a good while of no response to scan the ceiling of the room her lay in. “D...?” he asked again, again receiving no answer, “Delta?” more panicked this time, where was he? What had happened? Why was Delta gone? His sheer terror at this realization compelled him to sit up rather abruptly only for searing pain to rip upwards through his body, unleashing a string of colorful curses from his lips as he looked around the room he couldn’t recognize, searching out, someone- anyone- when he finally spotted a figure. “What is this? Where am I? What- what happened?” he asked, his tone wary, defensive, and angry. He didn’t know who these people were. Friend or foe? For all he knew, they were the ones who had taken Delta from him.
