[ back to where we started ] — open; waking up

[daniel]

"Hey, Danny... I knew you wouldn't be taken out that easily. You took your sweet time waking up, though..."

The sound of Michael's voice echoed in his ears for a moment, like the reverberations of something dropping in the distance. Everything felt far away, actually, like his soul was outside his body watching from somewhere high up. He just blinked blankly at the bobcat as if he didn't understand anything that was just said to him, before his brow furrowed and he frowned. Had he taken long to wake up? He hardly remembered the black out, shock having set in and annihilating any chance of remembering clearly the events leading up right before his conscious shut itself down. "I..." He attempted a response just to check his capability of speech, lifting his head up while his body stayed right where it was. "I think." He winced again, a little softer this time, but a pained reaction nonetheless. A sinking feeling of dread washed over him, processing the fact that he was horribly injured. This was going to impact his progress, everything coming to a halt for the time being until he could bounce back. It hit like a truck, and he could feel his eyes water as his vision became less clear, Michael's dark form altering into a blurry abstract image. The wolf pup took in a long and rather shaky breath, trying not to cry in front of anyone, not now. One tear dripped from each eye onto his paws below, but that was all he would give.

"Was it that long?" Danny looked up at Michael, asking with a tired yet frightened tone, brown eyes darting from the Dealer to the rest of the temple. Could have been days, maybe a week, he didn't actually know, he had no way of knowing. The last time he had been both awake and fully conscious was right before being attacked by the vengeful demon, obviously, and he couldn't have asked when that was or what happened. All he could remember was being on the beach, and briefly wondered if that shell that he had found was still there and hopefully not covered in his blood if it was. It was funny, the day had been gorgeous to his knowledge, the sun high in the sky and a nice ocean breeze ruffling his fur until it needed to be smoothed back down eventually. Not the sort of scene that matched the description of a bloody attack.

How was he feeling? He hadn't answered that yet. "I feel sick." Danny mumbled, keeping it a little bit vague if only because he didn't know how to properly articulate the specifics. Besides, it wasn't as if Michael was one of the sages and needed to prod him for answers anyway. Regardless, he was in a lot of pain that was only gradually getting worse over the time he spent awake now, the damage of his neck and searing pain in his carved up shoulder clashing together and making his stomach twist into a knot. It made him feel nauseous, dizzy. He laid his head back down, curled into a loose little ball of black fluff, brown eyes trailing upward back to the bobcat. "Michael? Where...where's Harland? Or..." Danny's voice tapered off before he could bring himself to finish. To an extent, while he wanted to make sure the people he cared about the most knew he was still alive, he wasn't a huge fan of dragging them in to witness his broken state either. It took him weighing the options to decide, and ultimately figured that it was better to not have anyone sitting up thinking about his fate. Besides, he had a gut feeling underneath the nausea that if he didn't vocalize it, Michael probably would have gotten the idea anyway, Danny had picked up on the vibe recently that the guy sort of...knew. "Where's Vayne?"

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