Recovery

Bright, it's all so bright, everything is dosed in this sense of heavy white slumber, everything is so heavy, my limbs, my muscles, my tendons, even my eyelids. That itch, so irritating, I don't have the strength to reach it, and it somehow feels, embalmed, those areas, whats enveloping them? How irritating, I can't even lift my arms to check. Where am I? Am I back? Was it all just a dream? Or is this just another part of many trials to come as a result of the incident within that black egg? That rippled world? I don't know, even if I just woke up I feel too tired to work myself up or to think much about it for that matter.

I feel something, something by my side, some sort of weight by my chest caving whatever this mattress is made of slightly more in. Can I perhaps move my head? Agh! It hurts, nerve-ends grazing each other howling out in a choir of misery, just by the mere touch. Still, just a couple more centimeters and whatever's or whoever's weighing on my side will be revealed. Red and fluffy, it's June with a severe case of unkempt bedhead, so I guess I'm back, but for how long was I gone? June seems to have passed out from exhaustion and slumped facefirst over to the side of this hospital bed that I'm confined to from the dark oak chair she must have been sitting straight up in until rest gripped her mind, she must have been watching over me for the undetermined time I have been out. I cant move more, not without strenuous pain jolting through my very being, maybe, just maybe I could wake her with my voice, my throat feels really sore so my efforts might be fruitless but it's better to attempt this than moving, or at least I hope so.

"Ju", argh my voice, it sounds weak, raspy and pain surges through my throat as the vocal cords contract, release, and vibrate to create the sounds building the foundation of what we call a voice, fuck, I guess I must even use my voice sparingly, for now, maybe water will make it easier? Then il best make the point clear before it starts hurting too much.

"June..." Twitching, then a fierce jolt, I must have startled her a bit, sorry, at least she seems awake now. Her eyes are so wide and teary, I guess my situation must have seemed quite grim, I truly hope she won't blame or guilt-trip herself, she has had enough of that since that storm full June evening.

Her shocked embrace, burning, my body screaming the pain my throat could not express, she lets go surprisingly quick, she must have picked up on my pain.

"I'm sorry... How are you feeling?" Well, she seems to have recovered from the last time I saw her, how many days have passed? Fuck it, I need to convey the priority of this situation first.

"Water... Can you bring some?" *cough* Tearing, fuck that pain, I never knew a simple cough could be so painful, this enveloping material, bound around my neck, feet, arms, and abdomen, it must be bandaged, how messed up, how bad is it? Geez June, how am I going to tell her about Chrys? This whole situation just became considerably tighter and knotted, this is just a total mess, I truly want to get to the bottom of this but the first priority must be the safety of the ones closest to me, both physically and by heart.

"Straid?" I must have spaced out, she's standing by the bedside with a cup of water filled almost to the brim in those bandaged hands, geez now that I think of it I'm feeling a bit lightheaded.

"Straid?" She seems slightly panicked, I can hear it in her voice.

"Sorry, what is it?" Slightly more relaxed now.

"It's just, it seems that it will hurt lots if you move now, what do you want me to do about the water?" Cute. Always, my adorable friend.

"This bed, does it have a windup function?"

"I think so, just let me check" Oh the bed has a tray with a cupholder on its side, neat, the tapestry of this room, its bright white, like something cleansed until nothing was left except the pearly white beneath, I must be in Terra Corpus'es hospital wing, I assumed they must have had one, now I know what to expect next time I get hurt or something goes wrong, such pearly white walls... A jolt, flames splitting the nerves in my side, fortunately, it just went by in a flash, the bed, it is up right now, like one of those comfy leaning chairs that my grandparents used to have by the fireplace, it hurt at the moment but now it's all comfy. Her face it's peeking back from the side of the bed, still worried. She is getting the cup again from that cupholder on the side, gently pushing its cold edges towards my lips, the refreshing liquid is rushing down in tiny gulps creating movements in my throat, but the pain is evened out by those feelings, refreshing, cleansing away the dry and the coarse, god that feels so much better.

Now that the final drops have slid down my pipe, I must figure some things out, what happened and how was it on this side of things.

"June, what happened?" Her worried eyes, tearing up again, oh June.

"I... I Don't know what happened, by the time I came to it, You had already been rushed into the emergency room, and were under an operation lasting hours to save your life, Sara she directed me to the room that they would bring you to if... if you managed to stabilize." Tears.

"Don't worry about it, guess I'll just go over it with Sara when she comes. Just tell me, for how long was I out?".

"You... Straid, you were in a coma for six days, I was so worried, I thought that you might never wake up that you, that you would disappear like Jannet did.".

"I told you did I not? It will all be fine, I will never leave a friend in need." drying the tears with her left arm the tears soaking into her sweater, grey was it?

"Yea, I guess you held that promise up, even in this situation" Smile, so kind and relieved but still dragged by a pain fed by unnecessary guilt.

"June, don't worry ok, whatever comes we shall all get through it, this new crazy world still has rules like the one we just knew, we just have to see and we can get through any situation. Just smile, everything will be fine, I will heal and we will carry on.". June, she's still sad, that shuddering feeling, vague and all the way back in my core.

"Just tell me, what's my physical condition? What did they bring me in for?" Her eyes, still wet and blank, just like a regular glass of water, so reflective.

"Sara told me you got brought in in a delirious state with severe necrotic infection in several spots of your body, almost entering lethal levels of blood poisoning, they managed to isolate and remove the infected flesh but, god, Straid you, your left kidney, it was dead.".