( Prelude: Renaissance Hotel, Paris, Before Dawn. )
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At first, and for many hours, Jack knew nothing at all.
The monster's claws and teeth had so badly hurt him that the surgeons needed copious amounts of chloroform and morphine just to keep him from thrashing as they stitched over the wounds and pumped clean blood into his depleted system. After that -- and as they, uneasily, noticed that his flesh seemed to be knitting far faster than would have been expected -- he slept a rough drug-fueled sleep.
The sleep came with voices in it.
An oracle: Beware the stalking wolves that prowl the deep cold and dark places.
Felix's: You were hurt and Sebastien helped you
His own:Do you think the wolfman is going to get you?
(There'd been more to that class, he knew, stored in some corner of his brain he couldn't touch.)
The effort to remember was enough to awaken him. He looked around enough to get a rough idea of the setting, and sniffed the air, breathing in what felt like a noxious hospital smell of floor cleaner, damp linens, and pus. Then he touched the pad of one finger to the reddened band of flesh at its base where Sebastien's ring used to rest.
He had the uneasy feeling he should be noticing something. It was so hard to think.
He closed his eyes again, ready to slip away.
( It was entirely possible that Sebastien had not moved since he followed Jack to this room, taking a chair well away from the windows once he had closed the curtains. )
[OOC: NFB, NFI.
harpy_daughter was my Sebastien, for she rocks. OOC post to come in a sec!]
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At first, and for many hours, Jack knew nothing at all.
The monster's claws and teeth had so badly hurt him that the surgeons needed copious amounts of chloroform and morphine just to keep him from thrashing as they stitched over the wounds and pumped clean blood into his depleted system. After that -- and as they, uneasily, noticed that his flesh seemed to be knitting far faster than would have been expected -- he slept a rough drug-fueled sleep.
The sleep came with voices in it.
An oracle: Beware the stalking wolves that prowl the deep cold and dark places.
Felix's: You were hurt and Sebastien helped you
His own:Do you think the wolfman is going to get you?
(There'd been more to that class, he knew, stored in some corner of his brain he couldn't touch.)
The effort to remember was enough to awaken him. He looked around enough to get a rough idea of the setting, and sniffed the air, breathing in what felt like a noxious hospital smell of floor cleaner, damp linens, and pus. Then he touched the pad of one finger to the reddened band of flesh at its base where Sebastien's ring used to rest.
He had the uneasy feeling he should be noticing something. It was so hard to think.
He closed his eyes again, ready to slip away.
( It was entirely possible that Sebastien had not moved since he followed Jack to this room, taking a chair well away from the windows once he had closed the curtains. )
[OOC: NFB, NFI.