That’s what it was. What he’d been put through was what one would equate to a living hell, for fucks sake, a living hell would be heaven compared to what he’d endured.
What could he remember...? What was real, what was a nightmare, what was a true memory or one forced into his head??? He couldn’t tell anymore, he couldn’t see through the fog... but he could feel so much.
Pain. Coursing through his body, specifically through his chest and one of his arms... what arm was it?? They all felt the same, but one was so much worse...
He heard a few words, broken and fading, but he fought, oh Primes was he fighting... He knew the voice, he knew the tone in it so well and he could practically feel the distress radiating off of the girl that was trying to keep up with the medics who were trying to get him to an operating room as quickly as they could.
“Stay with me, please...” rang throughout his head, over and over and over again.
He was trying... if he, if anyone said he wasn’t, they were lying more than anyone had ever managed in their lives. He was trying so hard to stay, he was nearly forcing his fading consciousness at this point, and as he heard doors being forced open, he heard a fading shout of
“I love you!”
Not a pleased shout, not by a long shot... no, this was filled with dread and pure fear, the person shouting was petrified that they would never get to say those words again without having them fall on a living person.
And then another voice, one he’d been hearing since he was but a Dreg. His sister, adopted of course, was his surgeon... she was a surgeon? She--.... Of course, she’d always been a surgeon... right??
“Kralihs, please... Please stay with us, I need, you, Gail needs you, your children...”
she pleaded as what little clothing that was still on the Baron was stripped, and as she was prepped by a few Vandals.
“Gail...”
the male breathed, and at that point, he couldn’t hold onto consciousness for any longer, letting the blackness around him envelop him, letting it swallow him...
“We’re not sure exactly what happened to him...”
one of the few nurses around the Awoken spoke, though a Captain, Procixas; one of Kralihs’ men.. He’d been silent, sitting on the opposite end of the room due to the fact that he was covered in blood. At that comment, he spoke up, a growl laced through his voice.
“You know exactly what happened to him. All of you do.”
he snarled, moving over and having to drag himself over to Gail. One of his legs had been injured as he’d been getting Kralihs back... back from Venus.
“He got taken down by another fucking station, another Baron ordered by someone here.. A station that had a Skiff waiting. and that fucking Skiff took him back to his fucking family that wanted him dead.”
he hissed, looking down at Gail.
“I know this isn’t the right time to be angry, not the right time to tell you this, but his sister and I have a feeling it was your ‘father’.”
A small silence rang through the room after that, no one wanting to speak up... besides Procixas.
“Kralihs will be lucky if he lives. Before he got this bad he was going on and on about what those fuckers did to him, what his own fucking father did to him. You can ask him what hell he went through when, if he comes to.”
And with that, he was pulled off by a medic that had been examining him a few minutes earlier, the others near Gail going along their own business...
The only sound after that was a small “Momma?”
