012 - [Infirmary Spam]

[triggered_it]

[Adrian hadn't spoken to anyone since he had woken up in the infirmary. In fact, he had been flat out avoiding even looking at the journal systems or making eye contact with anyone around him. He slept most of the time, during the day, though it brought little comfort. At night, he lay awake and watched the moving shapes of the ceiling, an odd form

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[devils_bargain]

[Dorian did not wake immediately, he didn't wake for a long while. He was dreaming, if these sleeping visions could be called dreams. His sleep was fitful and he was trying to wake, scrabbling at the edges of blurred nightmares in which he felt small and alone, for the exit. For the end. But it didn't come.

Until finally, it did. His eyes opened and he stared up at the ceiling as the dreams chased themselves away. He remembered nothing of them, and right now, very little of what had transpired with Henry. He was aware of fatigue, and the heaviness of limbs, but most of all, he had a terrible headache that split through his mind and his thoughts like bright hot point of light.

Dorian was aware of someone leaving, but was not aware that it was Hayley. He had neither looked nor cared, opting instead to close his eyes again and hide from the light. At length, he spoke, voice very low.]

Is anyone there?

[devils_bargain]

[There was a flash, just an image, a face. Lord Henry, but he remembered nothing specific. No words, nothing that was said. Just his face. Dorian is silent, straining to remember.]

And then... I shot myself?

[Pause.]

Am I still dead? Are you dead too?

[triggered_it]

[Mental eye roll.]

We're all dead, Dorian. That's why we're here.

[devils_bargain]

So are we still dead?

[That would be odd. He'd died once and gone to the barge. And sort of been revived in doing so. Had that happened again? That didn't make sense. He'd thought life was life and the barge was death, sort of. He had died in death and stayed? This was making his head hurt worse.]

[triggered_it]

[He can't believe this. He's closed his eyes, pretending to fall back asleep, not entertaining these asinine questions anymore.]

[devils_bargain]

[He received no answer.]

Adrian?

[triggered_it]

[Adrian ignores you, good sir.]

[devils_bargain]

[Frustrated, Dorian persists.]

Adrian? Have you fallen asleep?

[Pause. Listen.]

Adrian?

[triggered_it]

[Sensing that Dorian isn't giving up any time soon, blue eyes open with the anger of a thousand hell fires.]

[devils_bargain]

[Dorian is met with quite the look of fury, and yet he did not look away.]

What happened down there, Adrian? What did you see?