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legionworld2017-08-31 09:48 pm
isthisapidge) wrote in legionworld2017-08-31 09:48 pm
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Un-Reanimated [Open]
Who| Pidge, anyone who wants to visit
What| Pidge recovers from being a zombie. Also dying.
Where| Medbay
When| After Resistance is Futile
Warnings/Notes| Warnings for trauma, both physical and emotional
The second thing Pidge did when she woke up was fall back on the bed and cry.
The first thing was to lurch out of bed and check her face on the nearest reflective surface, feeling all over for damage. She was shot. In the face. Wash shot her. It was one of the only coherent memories she had from being assimilated. When he and Dipper ran out of the room, she was writing around, banging her head on the floor as the nanites...repaired her. Maybe she was never going to die in the first place, and now she's OK.
Everything's OK.
...She cries anyway.
Pidge lets herself sob, laying flat on the medbay bed with her face in her hands. She cries because she was turned into a zombie. She cries because she probably hurt people while it happened. She cries because she was shot and she cries because it was Wash that had to do it. She cries because she almost lost everything, even things she didn't know she had until it came time to almost lose it. She cries because her feelings for Dipper had to be resolved in a big hurry and, honestly, she kind of failed? She cries because she saved his life and probably his mind too.
And then she stops crying because she's starting to feel a bit like a crybaby.
Part of her just wants to sleep, to recover, to banish the whole thing into the realm of Bad Dreams where they can't hurt her. Can hurt her less? Whichever. But her brain has kicked into hyperdrive. Sleep is probably just not going to happen until she sees the people she needs to see.
Not that she feels well enough to get up and look for them. Her legs have about exhausted their strength stumbling out of bed and back, and she knows she looks terrible, pale, eyes all bloodshot, her hair mussed and, yeah, that's definitely a knot on the back of her head.
She lays back down, pulling the covers up to her chest. Hopefully it's still visiting hours.
What| Pidge recovers from being a zombie. Also dying.
Where| Medbay
When| After Resistance is Futile
Warnings/Notes| Warnings for trauma, both physical and emotional
The second thing Pidge did when she woke up was fall back on the bed and cry.
The first thing was to lurch out of bed and check her face on the nearest reflective surface, feeling all over for damage. She was shot. In the face. Wash shot her. It was one of the only coherent memories she had from being assimilated. When he and Dipper ran out of the room, she was writing around, banging her head on the floor as the nanites...repaired her. Maybe she was never going to die in the first place, and now she's OK.
Everything's OK.
...She cries anyway.
Pidge lets herself sob, laying flat on the medbay bed with her face in her hands. She cries because she was turned into a zombie. She cries because she probably hurt people while it happened. She cries because she was shot and she cries because it was Wash that had to do it. She cries because she almost lost everything, even things she didn't know she had until it came time to almost lose it. She cries because her feelings for Dipper had to be resolved in a big hurry and, honestly, she kind of failed? She cries because she saved his life and probably his mind too.
And then she stops crying because she's starting to feel a bit like a crybaby.
Part of her just wants to sleep, to recover, to banish the whole thing into the realm of Bad Dreams where they can't hurt her. Can hurt her less? Whichever. But her brain has kicked into hyperdrive. Sleep is probably just not going to happen until she sees the people she needs to see.
Not that she feels well enough to get up and look for them. Her legs have about exhausted their strength stumbling out of bed and back, and she knows she looks terrible, pale, eyes all bloodshot, her hair mussed and, yeah, that's definitely a knot on the back of her head.
She lays back down, pulling the covers up to her chest. Hopefully it's still visiting hours.