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LOCATION: afterglow trauma wing, jamila's room. FOR: benny muñoz.
FRANKLY, JAMILA REMEMBERS VERY little about what happened. she's been and out of sleep for god knows how long -- visions occasionally coming back to her like repetitive slaps to the face. as much pain as she feels, with the various gashes an bites all over her body and a throbbing headache, perhaps the most painful thing was not knowing if her people were okay. where was benny? santi? fallen? damien? kodi? were they all dead? was she dead, and this was the start of her personal hell? the thoughts come every time as she opens her eyes, not understanding very much of what is said to her. all she knows is the worry, flooding back like it was the first time she had woken up all over again.
then come the nightmares. the face of that sweet little boy, so scared when he was separated from his mother. the sounds of screams all around her, the pang in her heart as she sinks against the nearest tree -- the little boy walking towards her with a bunch of uniformed medical professionals. her vision blurred, not knowing if she'd have the strength to make it.
despite having experienced the same jolt of fear several times before -- it hits instantly as she opens her eyes, hand flying to her chest as a subconscious reminder that she is in fact, breathing. but this time is different. it's benny. he's here. despite all the anguish that afterglow had caused him, he was here, for her. " ben... benny.. " she croaks, realizing how long it's been since she had actually said a word ( she had been communicating with the nurses through hand gestures ).
of course she goes to jolt upwards -- that is, until the gash to her side bites right back, causing her to fall backwards on the bed and let out a noise that can only be described as a cross between a whimper and a groan. jamila had been laying still for so long, that she hadn't quite understood the true extent of her injuries.
intense bruising. various cuts and gashes. several lacerations across her arms, shoulders and stomach. a bite to the shoulder that had just missed her axilary artery. a black eye that was now becoming a deep shade of royal purple.
severe, severe blood loss.
and yet, she was alive.
her mouth opens as she tries to speak again, throat dry as sandpaper as she struggles. that is, until she's able to get a few words out. he's at her side now, a hand reaching up to touch his face without even thinking. and yet, she still pauses.
" a... are... you okay? what... wh -- what happened? "
