[OTA] Death is a state of mind

[tacticalmind]

Rob was still fighting a losing battle to stay awake for very long. Just when he thought he was okay, it seemed like he was waking up all over again, meaning he wasn't actually aware when he was slipping back out of consciousness. His head was aching but it was mostly because he was trying to absorb everything being thrown at him since waking up.

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[shoothetarget]

Fox had slipped out to use the bathroom, and now that she and Rob were once again alone, she eased onto the bed beside him and slipped her arm around him as she rest her head against his. "You okay, soldier?"

[tacticalmind]

Rob smiled and put his arm carefully around her and rested his head against hers. "I think so. You can't fart in this place without half the staff running in here with stethoscopes and shit."

He took a few moments to just enjoy being this close to her again. "Are you okay? I just... I'm sorry. For all of it. I... have you ever had things go through your head and you weren't really sure where it came from?" he asked her.

[shoothetarget]

Fox kissed him softly, and tried to breathe in the scent that was Rob's under everything related to the hospital. A brief image of them in the shower together, and them in a bath flickered through her head as she thought about the fact he hadn't had a proper wash in a while. She pulled her mind back to the moment at hand, and frowned a little. "Not really. What's been going through your head?"

[tacticalmind]

"I'm dead," Rob said again helplessly. He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath through his mouth. "I know I must've sounded like a dick when House was here, but... I just... I saw it. Dreamt it. I don't know. I just... made a wrong move. It's just my mind playing tricks on me. There's things in there that are hazy, but I don't really have specific memory of experiencing. It's like watching an old scratchy silent movie on one of those projector things, only it's me."

[cutthroatbitch]

Amber came into Rob's room with a small smile, her hands tucked into the pockets of her lab coat. "Welcome back to the land of the semi-living, soldier," she told him. "How are you holding up? You're still looking a little green. Do you want something for the nausea?" she offered.

[tacticalmind]

Rob shifted in the bed, smiling. "Hey," he returned and then gave his head a slight shake. "I'm okay. If I don't move too much, it's tolerable. I've only puked twice since I woke up, and the catheter is gone. No way am I complaining about anything in case y'all decide to put it back in."

[cutthroatbitch]

Amber smirked at him. "We have to whip you into shape somehow. You look a bit better. Got some colour back in your cheeks. Or is that just Fox's talented hands?" She pointed her thumb over her shoulder. "These walls are glass, Specialist Laird. But I won't blame you for being distracted from that fact," she said in amusement. She was teasing. She hadn't actually seen anything and whatever they had been doing was discreet, according to the nurse, who had only even said anything because it was a good indicator that Rob was feeling a bit better in general. Amber couldn't blame him. He had come out of a coma and learnt he was technically dead, even nearly died here on the island, too. It wasn't surprising he wanted to try and feel normal... feel alive. From what she had seen, too, Fox probably desperately needed the physical contact from him also, even if she wouldn't admit it. Amber understood, she really did.

[tacticalmind]

Rob pressed his lips together sheepishly. "Just making sure everything was still in tact," he admitted. "It's not like I could give any porn star a run for his money right now, but I just missed her. I've still got that strange sense in my head that she was close somewhere, but I couldn't get to her and even if I wasn't aware of it at the time, it's a horrible feeling."