OOC: Memory (001)
The antiseptic smell of the hospital hit him first, and his eyes were forced open. They closed once. Twice. A third time, and he managed to shift in his...bed as he kept them open.
He stretched. There were things taped to his left hand, a catheter running under the skin, tubes leading from that to a small bag on a metal stand. Perhaps saline. A yellow band was around his wrist, but what caught his eye more was the bar-coded bracelet clipped in place below it:
Huntington Hospital
Wright, Phoenix
26Y M 04/09/92, O- NEG
E000 Emergency Doctor
03:58A 02/08/19
He was wearing one of those standard-issue hospital gowns, white and covered with blue diamonds, and he pulled at it for a moment before settling back in the bed. There was something around his head, and he pulled that back in place. A hood, of some sort, and he held onto it for a few seconds longer than necessary. It smelled of his hair gel and sweat, but under that flowers that stirred a memory in him, somewhere.
The air in the room smelled clean, stale, punctuated by the smell of sweat and food He kicked at the blanket, drawing the sheet up over his body. A few moments passed, and he shook a bit before pulling the blanket back into place.
Something caught his attention, and he turned, looking toward the door. There was a woman there, and she was mouthing words that he could not hear. A pause, he nodded, and she left.
He knew the eyes before he even had to make out the rest of him. Justice entered the room, mouth drawn in a tight line and brow half-furrowed. He was in clean dark jeans and a dark wine dress shirt, an off-white sweater thrown over that.
He shifted in the bed again, half-startled, and waved him over to a chair. He smelled clean, and there was the bite of aftershave as he stepped into the room.
Justice said something before pausing and shaking his head in reply. He sat, crossing one leg over the other. A small smile, and there was a deep breath and look of almost relief there before he folded his hands in his lap. There was a gold ring on Justice's left hand, and a watch just below it. A searching look, and he leaned forward in his seat, the worry returning clearly to his eyes as he took in the room and...Truth there in the bed.
Truth closed his eyes for a moment, and the smell of faded roses and coffee drew near him before the opened his eyes again. Justice had half-stepped from the chair, his right hand resting against his shoulder before he looked away and sat back in place, hands folded in his lap. The ring caught the light again as they spoke, Justice looking more weary as the conversation went on. Despite being obviously clean shaven, his eyes were ringed in blue and purple, and were just a bit too pink around the sclera. Justice leaned his elbow against the chair, irritably pinching at the bridge of his nose before he spoke again.
There was an odd smell, something like smoke, and Truth checked himself for it before gesturing to a small plastic bag near his bed. Justice nodded, the worry returning to his face before grabbing the bag and fishing inside of it. Jeans, a shirt, and a bright blue jacket were folded inside, destroyed from something he couldn't remember- half-charred in some places, and he could see them precisely cut in others.
He closed his eyes, resting back in the bed again for a few seconds until the smell came closer again, and when he opened his eyes, Justice had placed two things in his hands before settling back in the chair. He looked down- the gold pin and the stone from his dream, and he shook his head, holding them back out.
There was a look on Justice's face- apprehension, and he shook his head. He said something low and soft, and he looked away. Truth reached out from the bed, waving him a bit closer, and Justice rose from his seat again. There was a look, their eyes met, and Justice again shook his head.
Truth grabbed his wrist weakly, and Justice held his hand up and out. He could smell the coffee on him, stronger this time, and the smell of something else faded against his skin. He placed the stone and badge inside his hand, closing his fingers over them and resting his hand across Justice's. He stepped back, pulling the object close, something unreadable in his eyes as he nodded once. Apprehension, perhaps, with a side of doubt.
The smell of his own breath was heavy for a moment before Truth rested back against the bed, closing his eyes for until Justice stepped closer again, drawing the hood from his head and folding it. There was a smirk, a shrug, and some biting comment before he awkwardly patted his shoulder.
He watched him leave the room, the void filling with the antiseptic smell of hospital. Justice had not reached the door before Truth closed his eyes again.
He stretched. There were things taped to his left hand, a catheter running under the skin, tubes leading from that to a small bag on a metal stand. Perhaps saline. A yellow band was around his wrist, but what caught his eye more was the bar-coded bracelet clipped in place below it:
Huntington Hospital
Wright, Phoenix
26Y M 04/09/92, O- NEG
E000 Emergency Doctor
03:58A 02/08/19
He was wearing one of those standard-issue hospital gowns, white and covered with blue diamonds, and he pulled at it for a moment before settling back in the bed. There was something around his head, and he pulled that back in place. A hood, of some sort, and he held onto it for a few seconds longer than necessary. It smelled of his hair gel and sweat, but under that flowers that stirred a memory in him, somewhere.
The air in the room smelled clean, stale, punctuated by the smell of sweat and food He kicked at the blanket, drawing the sheet up over his body. A few moments passed, and he shook a bit before pulling the blanket back into place.
Something caught his attention, and he turned, looking toward the door. There was a woman there, and she was mouthing words that he could not hear. A pause, he nodded, and she left.
He knew the eyes before he even had to make out the rest of him. Justice entered the room, mouth drawn in a tight line and brow half-furrowed. He was in clean dark jeans and a dark wine dress shirt, an off-white sweater thrown over that.
He shifted in the bed again, half-startled, and waved him over to a chair. He smelled clean, and there was the bite of aftershave as he stepped into the room.
Justice said something before pausing and shaking his head in reply. He sat, crossing one leg over the other. A small smile, and there was a deep breath and look of almost relief there before he folded his hands in his lap. There was a gold ring on Justice's left hand, and a watch just below it. A searching look, and he leaned forward in his seat, the worry returning clearly to his eyes as he took in the room and...Truth there in the bed.
Truth closed his eyes for a moment, and the smell of faded roses and coffee drew near him before the opened his eyes again. Justice had half-stepped from the chair, his right hand resting against his shoulder before he looked away and sat back in place, hands folded in his lap. The ring caught the light again as they spoke, Justice looking more weary as the conversation went on. Despite being obviously clean shaven, his eyes were ringed in blue and purple, and were just a bit too pink around the sclera. Justice leaned his elbow against the chair, irritably pinching at the bridge of his nose before he spoke again.
There was an odd smell, something like smoke, and Truth checked himself for it before gesturing to a small plastic bag near his bed. Justice nodded, the worry returning to his face before grabbing the bag and fishing inside of it. Jeans, a shirt, and a bright blue jacket were folded inside, destroyed from something he couldn't remember- half-charred in some places, and he could see them precisely cut in others.
He closed his eyes, resting back in the bed again for a few seconds until the smell came closer again, and when he opened his eyes, Justice had placed two things in his hands before settling back in the chair. He looked down- the gold pin and the stone from his dream, and he shook his head, holding them back out.
There was a look on Justice's face- apprehension, and he shook his head. He said something low and soft, and he looked away. Truth reached out from the bed, waving him a bit closer, and Justice rose from his seat again. There was a look, their eyes met, and Justice again shook his head.
Truth grabbed his wrist weakly, and Justice held his hand up and out. He could smell the coffee on him, stronger this time, and the smell of something else faded against his skin. He placed the stone and badge inside his hand, closing his fingers over them and resting his hand across Justice's. He stepped back, pulling the object close, something unreadable in his eyes as he nodded once. Apprehension, perhaps, with a side of doubt.
The smell of his own breath was heavy for a moment before Truth rested back against the bed, closing his eyes for until Justice stepped closer again, drawing the hood from his head and folding it. There was a smirk, a shrug, and some biting comment before he awkwardly patted his shoulder.
He watched him leave the room, the void filling with the antiseptic smell of hospital. Justice had not reached the door before Truth closed his eyes again.