Post by Jacob Ryder on Feb 2, 2012 18:37:06 GMT -5
As soon as they had arrived at the airspace, Jacob passed out. He was amazed the Hades kids didn't considering the feat they'd just accomplished. Maybe they did, he didn't remember. The pain was just too great from the arrow and gash on his arm and leg.
He awoke several hours later on a small cot (I'm not sure what the place looks like, I'll assume theres cots. I change the material written accordingly if I need to.) His vision was unbearably blurry. He tried raising his arm but he was too weak. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a whimper. Finally, he could make somewhat sense of his surroundings. He could see 3 people on his bedside. "Who?..." he managed weakly.
Immediately, the figures started moving. As he started to make at their features, he saw that they were, Hugo, Wayland (Hephaestus) from the group, and Mikayla. Wayland started attending to his arm, and Hugo checked on his leg. He couldn't tell what was going on. Even the pain was so intense that he felt numb. Minutes later when he found his mouth wet enough to speak, he looked to Mikayla.
"What..." he managed. "Happened?..."
Without answering, Mikayla put her arms around him. It hurt, but he didn't mind. "You almost died," she said with tears in her eyes. "We almost lost you."
"Yeah, I kinda pushed myself out there didn't I?"
"Yeah, you were an idiot. You should have just run away."
"I'm too stubborn for that."
"Hell yeah."
Jacob coughed dryly. Mikayla was always so quiet, but he was happy that she was speaking again.
"How the hell am I alive?"
He began to lift his arm when he saw a glint of a flash, reflecting off of metal. He lifted his arm (which took all of his strength) and saw it wasn't his own. It was made of celestial bronze!
Jacob cursed loudly, quite a feat, and dropped his arm. "What the-"
Mikayla held his hand, his flesh and blood hand, and smiled weakly.
"We had to amputate you arm and leg."
Before he could say anything, Hugo lifted the blanket to show him
Everything below his leg was bronze.
He started breathing really fast and Mikayla tried to calm him down.
"It was the only way."
Wayland scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly. "Yeah," he said. "I kind of stole the idea from Full Metal Alchemist. I made a bunch in my spare time for after the war for the injured, you know, just in case. It wasn't a perfect match, it's a little big. But it's close. We connected the wires to your nerves. We weren't supposed to put any camper in head of the others but Mikayla threatened to stab me. And melt down her own swords for the metal."
Jacob pulled Mikayla closer and kissed her on the cheek. He let her climb in onto the other side of the bed, to sit down. She must have been working hard for hours to help him...
Hugo started talking about rehabilitation.
Jacob tuned out.
This was too much. Maybe if he went back to sleep, it would turn out to be nothing but a dream...
(569 words? NEW RECORD BITCHES!!!)
He awoke several hours later on a small cot (I'm not sure what the place looks like, I'll assume theres cots. I change the material written accordingly if I need to.) His vision was unbearably blurry. He tried raising his arm but he was too weak. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a whimper. Finally, he could make somewhat sense of his surroundings. He could see 3 people on his bedside. "Who?..." he managed weakly.
Immediately, the figures started moving. As he started to make at their features, he saw that they were, Hugo, Wayland (Hephaestus) from the group, and Mikayla. Wayland started attending to his arm, and Hugo checked on his leg. He couldn't tell what was going on. Even the pain was so intense that he felt numb. Minutes later when he found his mouth wet enough to speak, he looked to Mikayla.
"What..." he managed. "Happened?..."
Without answering, Mikayla put her arms around him. It hurt, but he didn't mind. "You almost died," she said with tears in her eyes. "We almost lost you."
"Yeah, I kinda pushed myself out there didn't I?"
"Yeah, you were an idiot. You should have just run away."
"I'm too stubborn for that."
"Hell yeah."
Jacob coughed dryly. Mikayla was always so quiet, but he was happy that she was speaking again.
"How the hell am I alive?"
He began to lift his arm when he saw a glint of a flash, reflecting off of metal. He lifted his arm (which took all of his strength) and saw it wasn't his own. It was made of celestial bronze!
Jacob cursed loudly, quite a feat, and dropped his arm. "What the-"
Mikayla held his hand, his flesh and blood hand, and smiled weakly.
"We had to amputate you arm and leg."
Before he could say anything, Hugo lifted the blanket to show him
Everything below his leg was bronze.
He started breathing really fast and Mikayla tried to calm him down.
"It was the only way."
Wayland scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly. "Yeah," he said. "I kind of stole the idea from Full Metal Alchemist. I made a bunch in my spare time for after the war for the injured, you know, just in case. It wasn't a perfect match, it's a little big. But it's close. We connected the wires to your nerves. We weren't supposed to put any camper in head of the others but Mikayla threatened to stab me. And melt down her own swords for the metal."
Jacob pulled Mikayla closer and kissed her on the cheek. He let her climb in onto the other side of the bed, to sit down. She must have been working hard for hours to help him...
Hugo started talking about rehabilitation.
Jacob tuned out.
This was too much. Maybe if he went back to sleep, it would turn out to be nothing but a dream...
(569 words? NEW RECORD BITCHES!!!)
