Post by Alexander on Mar 4, 2013 13:30:47 GMT -5
((For anyone wishing to visit Alex's bedside. Hoping a nice GM with a healing character would be kind enough to jump in to at least cover the recovery aspects as he needs to regrow a limb...))
::When Alexander woke again, he found himself laying on a bed in a room he did not know. He could feel the blankets around him and reached up to touch his head...
The trouble was he used his wounded arm and found it still missing at the elbow. Though the wound had since been dressed since he last saw it.
-Blast it all. I had hoped it a dream.-
He eased the stump back down and raised his other arm. Checking himself, he appeared to be alive and cared for. Though he could not say by whom. He remembered his daughter. She had come for him, and brought what appeared to be friends of hers to do so. And Grayell...
She had found Grayell. He could hardly believe it. He had not thought it possible. He had been so angry when he found she had left him. But that first sight of her had washed it all away. All he cared for was that she had been safe. All any parent could want.
Laying alone in his bed he refelcted back on his long, strange life. Who would have thought there would ever have been a time when he would have grown so attached to someone. To have a child to care for.
For that matter, who would have thought he ever would be alive again? To require air and food. Such simple things to most, yet almost strange to him. There were times in his captivity where he had had to remind himself to breathe...
Speaking of food, he was starving. The hunger surprisingly close in desire to the thrist he had lived with for so long. He must still be recovering from the minimal food and water he had been given by the Fellowship.
Using his good arm, he tried to sit up and get a better look at his surroundings...
-Neko-
He called out mentally, forgetting that they seemed to no longer share that bond...::
::When Alexander woke again, he found himself laying on a bed in a room he did not know. He could feel the blankets around him and reached up to touch his head...
The trouble was he used his wounded arm and found it still missing at the elbow. Though the wound had since been dressed since he last saw it.
-Blast it all. I had hoped it a dream.-
He eased the stump back down and raised his other arm. Checking himself, he appeared to be alive and cared for. Though he could not say by whom. He remembered his daughter. She had come for him, and brought what appeared to be friends of hers to do so. And Grayell...
She had found Grayell. He could hardly believe it. He had not thought it possible. He had been so angry when he found she had left him. But that first sight of her had washed it all away. All he cared for was that she had been safe. All any parent could want.
Laying alone in his bed he refelcted back on his long, strange life. Who would have thought there would ever have been a time when he would have grown so attached to someone. To have a child to care for.
For that matter, who would have thought he ever would be alive again? To require air and food. Such simple things to most, yet almost strange to him. There were times in his captivity where he had had to remind himself to breathe...
Speaking of food, he was starving. The hunger surprisingly close in desire to the thrist he had lived with for so long. He must still be recovering from the minimal food and water he had been given by the Fellowship.
Using his good arm, he tried to sit up and get a better look at his surroundings...
-Neko-
He called out mentally, forgetting that they seemed to no longer share that bond...::