Four days which Sephiroth wouldn't be able to get back. Like an inky black abyss somewhere growing in his soul, in which he wouldn't even recall dreaming. Mentally battered and too exhausted for his mind to even string two unconscious thoughts together in order to somehow make it pleasant, or at the very least less painful than what he'd felt when he'd been literally shot into that blackness.
The sleep status itself wasn't finite, and given the surgical attention that had been immediately required to remove the slug Vincent had delivered into the back of his shoulder, standard practice had seen him knocked out again when his vitals had started to indicate consciousness rising. Sephiroth hadn't been able to come around very far, before they'd had to put him under again.
Three and a half days later, and much of the fourth day had seen the remnants of that blackness slipping away. On multiple occasions it seemed that Sephiroth took a deeper breath, his right arm that had been strapped across his chest rising so much more than it had when he'd been sleeping, eyelids twitched a little but after a few moments he dropped back off. Finally, though, green peeked out and down himself through thick lashes...fingers eventually twitched-
-and lanced a sharp hiss as it brought to his immediate attention why his arm was strapped like it was. It wasn't painful as it was stiff-feeling, uncomfortable where he was lying back on the injured area which had of course been heavily padded. But the memory that rode instantly back-
He'd been shot in the back, by the man who dared now to play guard in the room with him.
September 13th [Closed: Vincent]
The sleep status itself wasn't finite, and given the surgical attention that had been immediately required to remove the slug Vincent had delivered into the back of his shoulder, standard practice had seen him knocked out again when his vitals had started to indicate consciousness rising. Sephiroth hadn't been able to come around very far, before they'd had to put him under again.
Three and a half days later, and much of the fourth day had seen the remnants of that blackness slipping away. On multiple occasions it seemed that Sephiroth took a deeper breath, his right arm that had been strapped across his chest rising so much more than it had when he'd been sleeping, eyelids twitched a little but after a few moments he dropped back off. Finally, though, green peeked out and down himself through thick lashes...fingers eventually twitched-
-and lanced a sharp hiss as it brought to his immediate attention why his arm was strapped like it was. It wasn't painful as it was stiff-feeling, uncomfortable where he was lying back on the injured area which had of course been heavily padded. But the memory that rode instantly back-
He'd been shot in the back, by the man who dared now to play guard in the room with him.
"You-"