#injuries-

The first thing he’d done when he’d woken up was gasp out, lurching off the bed and latching onto the first thing he could fathom: in this case it had been Theta’s arm. He didn’t get far, though, other wrist caught and restrained against the hospital bed railing. A wince crossed his features, and recollections of the fight, and the bullets, and the dark fell around him in hazy debris. 

As his mind caught up, It made sense. The look of this medical bay needled at his reluctant memory, picking at something hovering in his peripherals, but missing it as it darted out of sight each time. His body felt cold and sparked all over, recognizing resurrection technology as naturally as the icy veins in his hands. Something about looking at Theta made him feel scolded and guilty, nagging and stupid at the part of him that didn’t want to fight them. 

He noticed her second, a wispy figure, odd and ageless and with hair whiter than a halo. His first instinct sent him reeling back, eyes flashing between the two. His heartbeat was thundering over their voices, blood a hot pulse between his eardrums. She said something to him, reaching forward with hesitation, but he could only register Theta’s synthetic murmur.

The words made his stomach drop, hands shaking when they went to find where shots had torn into organs that should have should have left him dead. 

The coldness in the other’s tone made him close his eyes, using the other’s voice to stabilize himself in what felt to be a room rocking over waves.  A million thoughts crossed his mind at once, you’re in danger, or they’re in danger, they’re going to hurt you, or you’re going to hurt them. Rohan pulled the other closer with the limited mobility he had, eyes searching the omnic’s face, wild like a coyote with one foot in a trap.