BORDERLANDS AU 1

[agoodname]

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[agoodname]

"You didn't come out of this situation unscathed either. Which might be obvious, considering where you are, but I'll be more specific. You were very badly injured, and it's honestly a miracle you survived at all. You alive, obviously, and we're going to do everything we can to keep you that way, however you lost both an eye and an arm."

[enigmaster]

[Edward... blinks, at that. He's staring, a little, and his mind somehow manages to process this even more slowly than it's already processing everything in general. He hears the words fine, it just takes a bit to actually reach him. And when it does, it's like it all just hits a wall. Somehow, it just doesn't make sense to him, in the moment.] ...What?

[agoodname]

"You lost an arm and an eye in the attack, Edward." [restated, calmly and sympathetically]

[enigmaster]

[He tries to turn his head to look, only to realize that... he can't even really see that side of his body much. Almost like he has a blind spot. That realization makes him go pale and he moves his hand up to his face, to his right eye. All bandaged up, of course.] ...Oh. [His voice is soft and... a little hollow.]

[agoodname]

"I'm so sorry." [her lips press together a bit] "When you're more lucid, we'll talk about it again, and we can discuss prosthetic options."

[enigmaster]

Um... [Edward swallows and rubs at his good eye for a moment. Prosthetic options. Hearing that makes it sound so real and that feels strange, because it doesn't feel real. He should... He should be able to feel this, shouldn't he? To just know what's missing? But other than the numb feeling of the painkillers, his right side doesn't feel that strange. A little off, maybe. It feels like his arm should be there. ...He doesn't try to angle his head more to look. Quite the opposite, he turns his head away from that side.] ...Right. Yeah. [He lets out a very tired sounding breath.] S-Sure... [This is going to be something to process and, god, he can't do that right now... He's in no state for it.]

[agoodname]

"I'm sorry, Edward. I know it's a lot. Why don't you try and rest some more, and we can speak again when you've slept. Your body really needs the rest, as it is."

[enigmaster]

...Yeah. That's... probably better, I guess... [Things he's not prepared to handle right now: any of this.]

[agoodname]

"It'll take time and baby steps. This is the first one, I'm afraid, and it takes several steps to get through."

[enigmaster]

Right... Mhm. [He's zoning out a little again.]

[agoodname]

[that's...not necessarily a bad thing. he is on a lot of painkillers atm, even though they're starting to ween him off of them.]

"I'll be back a bit later to check in."

[enigmaster]

Mmm... [It's hard to tell if he really heard her or not. His attention is slipping, kind of, which is. Definitely the painkillers, yeah. Everything's kind of blurring together.]

[agoodname]

[they tend to do that. The next time Edward wakes up, he'll feel a touch more lucid. Like Lee said: baby steps]

[enigmaster]

[He sure does feel more lucid! Lucid enough that... the feeling of the painkillers messing up his head is starting to bother him a bit. He groans a little, putting his hand up to his forehead. Which... kind of blocks his vision since he can only see out the one eye right now, but. Hell, his head feels like a mess.]

[agoodname]

[it sure does! It's not a great feeling--like trying to fight through cotton to get any thought to go. When he does try finally giving his room a look around when he's half lucid, he'll find an absence of Serena, and instead find... Oswald. It might be night, which explains why the shades are drawn and moreover, why Oswald is asleep in the chair he's sitting in. He's hunched over a bit oddly, elbow on the arm rest, cheek in his hand, if not asleep then definitely dozing.]

[enigmaster]

[Edward... blinks a few times, at that. For a moment he wonders if he saw that correctly, but. No, that's Oswald. Clear as... not day, apparently.] ...Oswald? [It slips out, a little, even though that wasn't meant to be out loud. Filter's still not... great. Something to keep in mind...]

[agoodname]

[that's enough to jolt him--his cheek slips out of his hand and he almost falls forward before he catches himself, blinking a bit blearily as he looks over at the bed. He blinks, once--before he realizes Edward is awake and his eyes widen a bit] Edward. Good, er--[he glances at his watch]--evening.

[enigmaster]

I... guess. [He glances at the shades again.] Yeah. [He blinks a few more times. Boy, yep, thinking's... still a bit slow, even if he is awake, sorry Oswald.]

[agoodname]

[he doesn't mind--it's just nice to see him awake, really]

Lee tells me you've been in and out quite a bit. [quietly--he's a bit subdued, if anything]

[enigmaster]

Oh... I have? [He tries to think back, but. It's just a big haze when he tries to remember...] I think I remember... once, maybe...?

[agoodname]

That's...not surprising. She's had you on some pretty heavy painkillers. She said they were starting to take you off of them, however. So that's a good sign.

[enigmaster]

Guess... that must be, yeah. [Edward groans again, trying to... think. There's something he wants to ask, but... He can't quite think of it...] Ah...

[agoodname]

It'll get easier the more they work their way out of your system, I think.

[enigmaster]

Hm... [That's all well and good but there was something now and god he just hates how slow his brain is working, when it's usually almost to fast to even keep up with.] How... um... long has it been... [He blinks again, slowly. Words. Right. Just... in order.] ...since... y'know. [His sense of time right now is garbage. He doesn't know how long he's been out.]

[agoodname]

About a week, now. A day or two past that.