BORDERLANDS AU 1

[agoodname]

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[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.

[enigmaster]

Oh. [A week. Okay. That gives him a frame of reference, anyway.] How'd... how'd the... um... [...Not going so well. He keeps losing track of what he actually wants to say before he can say it.] Ah... Damn it...

[agoodname]

The Citadel?

[enigmaster]

[Edward sighs, a little relieved Oswald managed to get it.] Yeah.

[agoodname]

Salvageable, thanks to you. [there's a slight bit of gentleness that finds its way under that more neutral tone.] We're rebuilding the parts that were lost.

[enigmaster]

Oh... Good. [He lets out another breath at that. That's good.] Wasn't really sure if... if I got there in time or not...

[agoodname]

You did. You saved most of the Citadel and a lot of people.

[enigmaster]

'm glad... I was kinda worried about it...

[agoodname]

No, you--[he pauses, swallowing]--it was very brave, what you did.

[enigmaster]

[Edward smiles a little wryly. Pressing on his forehead again with his palm, as if that'll somehow help him be more lucid.] I don't know about that...

[agoodname]

I do. [again, he swallows, tamping down] You didn't have to do that. You could have simply left.

[enigmaster]

Thought... about it. Didn't. [Obviously.]