Storm Thunderclaps outside. ~*Crash/Crack/Rumble*~ Orion half-wakes in tangled sheets, gasping. All he sees is darkness - it's the darkness of the room, or is it? Heavier, feeling like something weighing on him, holding him down. A flash, all in teal CRASH lighter than the color of his grandmother's hair whom he’s never met CRACK neon streaks running through stone RUMBLE electrifying him from the outside in and he's screaming again, his throat raw with it. Now someone is holding him down, turning on a light, a golden one, no teal here, not even in his hair anymore. And he is being held down, but by careful hands he can see, as another pair fetches a cloth, dabs him dry, tries to soothe him.
"It must be the storm, triggered something. This is the most he's made noise for a se'enday," The larger person, a roe, muttered, their eyes concerned. "Possibly a good sign, actually," the migo'te dabbing at his forehead noted, trying to catch Orion's chin and gently holding him still, looking to see if she could make him make eye contact. Orion swallows hard and realizes they were talking about him. He can feel his own body, recognizing it as his own. He blinks a few times and then focuses, still bathed in fear at... Dreams? Echoes? Memories? He wasn't sure about any of it. Another crack of thunder outside makes him wince, but he meets the nurse's eyes with wakened recognition. "There we go. You're safe, it's alright." Orion licks stone-dry lips and gives a shaky nod. "Water?" A cup appears instantly along with a lifting of the weight on his arms. His body relaxes minutely at the mere presentation of water-on-demand.
"Even better. Not a recitation of weird historical facts in high Eorzean, or babble in some other tongue. Looks like the fever's finally passing." "Fever?" Orion grits out after sitting up and taking several large gulps of the water he was being helped to. The orderly tuts at him to be slow, but when you've known true thirst, it's always difficult not to try and drain a cup. "Mm. They dragged you out of the depths of the Palace a week ago. Some accident, though no one's quite clear on what happened - maybe you can help with that," The miqo dabs at his forehead again and encourages him to relax back, now he'd had his drink. "They thought maybe you'd caught a weird strain of the Plague somehow, but whatever happened, you're coming a'right of it now." Orion turns his face towards the comforting glow of the golden lamp at his bedside and, after a moment's thought, shakes his head, feeling his body tense again at another crack of thunder from outside. "I... I don't remember. Anything."
Vierapril Day 7: Storm
An aftermath, an awakening.
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