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Aelianus slept a dreamless sleep.
Time had passed, that was all he knew for certain as he drifted slowly back to consciousness. Days had passed. Days since... what? Days since... images flashed through his mind -- blood, screams, flashes, more blood, clanging, a deafening roar, so much blood. His own hands, so bloody. His own blood.
Aelianus crossed the final distance between him and consciousness in an instant, eyes snapping open to find himself lying in a hospital bed in a room that was uncomfortably reminiscent of some of the more run-down wartime infirmaries he'd had the displeasure of visiting during the war. The traditional bleached-white of medical facilities across the galaxy was nowhere to be found, the walls instead grey and dusty and the floor pocked and scraped and thoroughly worn. Medical equipment and instruments, however, were organized neatly and logically along with other beds and associated seating.
"I feel like hell," he croaked between parched lips, not even bothering to analyze the implications of his surrounding. There would be time for that later. If there was one thing he'd learned over the last several years it was patience. He spotted TP, the younger man scowling intently at a datapad. Aelianus cleared his throat and grimaced. "Pearot," TP suddenly looked up from his pad, "water would be fantastic."
Time had passed, that was all he knew for certain as he drifted slowly back to consciousness. Days had passed. Days since... what? Days since... images flashed through his mind -- blood, screams, flashes, more blood, clanging, a deafening roar, so much blood. His own hands, so bloody. His own blood.
Aelianus crossed the final distance between him and consciousness in an instant, eyes snapping open to find himself lying in a hospital bed in a room that was uncomfortably reminiscent of some of the more run-down wartime infirmaries he'd had the displeasure of visiting during the war. The traditional bleached-white of medical facilities across the galaxy was nowhere to be found, the walls instead grey and dusty and the floor pocked and scraped and thoroughly worn. Medical equipment and instruments, however, were organized neatly and logically along with other beds and associated seating.
"I feel like hell," he croaked between parched lips, not even bothering to analyze the implications of his surrounding. There would be time for that later. If there was one thing he'd learned over the last several years it was patience. He spotted TP, the younger man scowling intently at a datapad. Aelianus cleared his throat and grimaced. "Pearot," TP suddenly looked up from his pad, "water would be fantastic."