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I awoke to the sound of silence. Blinking the heavy sleep from my eyes and tried to turn my head and it felt more sluggish than usual. My brother was there, standing beside my bed and... adjusting my fluid intake? I had to blink a few more times to wipe the false image from my eyes before I realized it was actually a stranger tending to an over simplified IV attached to my arm. At least that's what it looked like. It was fairly primitive but there were still a few active uses of the practice.
It took a moment, as I tried to open my mouth to speak and felt the muscles restrict, like pieces of stale wet bread trying to move but only sticking to one another. The motions seemed to stir my caretaker from their routine with a mild start. I suppose when you tended to a vegetable day in and out anyone would be startled when they just suddenly woke up. I didn't know at the time that I had been in a coma though, it felt like I was back home in my own bed at first before I realized the IV and took a moment to gather myself just enough to know I wasn't home.
"What a miracle. Mr.John Doe, welcome back" the older man said. A Miqo'te, after I had enough sense to notice the eyes first then matching ears. I worked to lick my chapped lips before trying to ask a question again. A hoarse whisper of sound slipped out but that was about all I could manage at first. A few minutes later and my caretaker was bringing me a glass of water.
While I might have been fooled into thinking I was back home waking up on any other day, once my brain really tried to start working again I didn't realize just how thirsty I felt. Not so much because of the fact I wasn't well taken care of, but you try to imagine not getting a drink after you do it your whole life. It's a feeling of relief more than anything. It wasn't ice cold, just barely room temperature, but it felt wonderful.
It gave me just what I needed to clear my throat and try again. A hoarse tone, audible but still almost a whisper came out this time. It was an improvement at least.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"Oh, you're in old gridania" my caretaker answered. I must have drifted into thought for a few moments because I didn't realize the other was speaking again until it grew silent.
"You don't have to rush things, you've been asleep for some time now. Even I wasn't here when they first brought you in" he'd admit.
"How long 'has' it been?" I asked in turn, taking another careful drink as it was offered to me. I still couldn't conjure the strength to move much aside from sitting up.
"Well I've been tending to you for about four months now and I was told you were brought in early last year, so give or take a month, it's been about a year and a half now" he spoke carefully as if the news would blow me away. I must have looked much worse than I actually felt. Taking a moment to drag my gaze down to look at my hands I could see why now. Even though I was kept healthy in the most basic way, there was literally no muscle to really be seen now. Form only maintained by trace amounts of fat, but my fingers looked almost like dried up talons.
"You woke up before you're bath, usually you don't look as... weathered" offering some sort of comfort again as if I might actually do something had I been offended. I decided this man was amusing and decided I wouldn't mind his care in the end.
Between some struggles to try and slowly work some muscle mass a little everyday, and conversation to learn what little I could about my situation in that place, I offered little about myself besides my name. Thankfully he didn't push or prod.
Eventually there came a day I could stand without assistance and even lift half of my own weight. It was then I knew I should leave. Giving my thanks to the kind miqo'te for his help with a note. Words could only go so far, but I promised him I would pay his kindness forward, as was all he ever urged me to do as payment for my care.
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I awoke to the sound of silence. Blinking the heavy sleep from my eyes and tried to turn my head and it felt more sluggish than usual. My brother was there, standing beside my bed and... adjusting my fluid intake? I had to blink a few more times to wipe the false image from my eyes before I realized it was actually a stranger tending to an over simplified IV attached to my arm. At least that's what it looked like. It was fairly primitive but there were still a few active uses of the practice.
It took a moment, as I tried to open my mouth to speak and felt the muscles restrict, like pieces of stale wet bread trying to move but only sticking to one another. The motions seemed to stir my caretaker from their routine with a mild start. I suppose when you tended to a vegetable day in and out anyone would be startled when they just suddenly woke up. I didn't know at the time that I had been in a coma though, it felt like I was back home in my own bed at first before I realized the IV and took a moment to gather myself just enough to know I wasn't home.
"What a miracle. Mr.John Doe, welcome back" the older man said. A Miqo'te, after I had enough sense to notice the eyes first then matching ears. I worked to lick my chapped lips before trying to ask a question again. A hoarse whisper of sound slipped out but that was about all I could manage at first. A few minutes later and my caretaker was bringing me a glass of water.
While I might have been fooled into thinking I was back home waking up on any other day, once my brain really tried to start working again I didn't realize just how thirsty I felt. Not so much because of the fact I wasn't well taken care of, but you try to imagine not getting a drink after you do it your whole life. It's a feeling of relief more than anything. It wasn't ice cold, just barely room temperature, but it felt wonderful.
It gave me just what I needed to clear my throat and try again. A hoarse tone, audible but still almost a whisper came out this time. It was an improvement at least.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"Oh, you're in old gridania" my caretaker answered. I must have drifted into thought for a few moments because I didn't realize the other was speaking again until it grew silent.
"You don't have to rush things, you've been asleep for some time now. Even I wasn't here when they first brought you in" he'd admit.
"How long 'has' it been?" I asked in turn, taking another careful drink as it was offered to me. I still couldn't conjure the strength to move much aside from sitting up.
"Well I've been tending to you for about four months now and I was told you were brought in early last year, so give or take a month, it's been about a year and a half now" he spoke carefully as if the news would blow me away. I must have looked much worse than I actually felt. Taking a moment to drag my gaze down to look at my hands I could see why now. Even though I was kept healthy in the most basic way, there was literally no muscle to really be seen now. Form only maintained by trace amounts of fat, but my fingers looked almost like dried up talons.
"You woke up before you're bath, usually you don't look as... weathered" offering some sort of comfort again as if I might actually do something had I been offended. I decided this man was amusing and decided I wouldn't mind his care in the end.
Between some struggles to try and slowly work some muscle mass a little everyday, and conversation to learn what little I could about my situation in that place, I offered little about myself besides my name. Thankfully he didn't push or prod.
Eventually there came a day I could stand without assistance and even lift half of my own weight. It was then I knew I should leave. Giving my thanks to the kind miqo'te for his help with a note. Words could only go so far, but I promised him I would pay his kindness forward, as was all he ever urged me to do as payment for my care.
"The wolf does not lose sleep over the opinions of sheep"
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