I don't want to be like someone waiting

[psituational]

Characters: X and Zephyr
Date: Let's say December 1st
Location: The clinic where X has been in a coma all of November
Situation: X wakes up! And proceeds to panic badly for a good few minutes. Fun for all.
Warnings/Rating: None yet, will edit as necessary.

It's a great deal longer than X usually spends sleeping.

It's also not how he usually falls asleep. One minute, he was cooking, albeit haltingly, with some fresh food he'd picked up just down the street from the new place he and Zephyr were renting together; the next, he collapsed, dead to the world, some fruit rolling from his hands across the floor and under the table.

In the month since, he didn't move a muscle, and barely even twitched when he was touched or moved.

That changed one cold morning when, with very little warning, X woke up. His awareness snapped into place first, hard and fast enough that for several seconds he just lay there, blinking, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling above him and wondering idly what new place he'd found himself in now. Then he realised he'd been sleeping, and he shot upright instantly, his heart hammering in his ears, staring around wildly. "Who --!?"

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[psituational]

X laughs. It's less an audible sound and more of a sharp exhale, but it's unmistakably laughter. Devin, an asshole. Well -- to some people, certainly, a select group to which Zephyr apparently belongs. To X, though, he's been nothing but a friend. This is possibly due to the bias of knowing Devin so well, but whatever the cause, there's evidence now in the form of Devin stopping by to make sure X was alright.

He needs to send Devin a message, to let him know he's alright. Ilda, too. Valdis. The Fool. He has a lot he needs to catch up on.

"Does that mean he wasn't an asshole all the other times he visited?" X asks, amused.