#little plot things

You knew it was about time this was done. Everyone was walking on eggshells but Bro was a big boy, he could handle this news. You knew he could. The fact that you had swept his apartment clean of any reminders and safely tucked them away in a warehouse had been the last thing you'd do concerning this. David was treading too carefully and you were fed up with the man in question's behaviour. It was time you called Bro's memories to reality and spoke to him about this. He was your best friend, the person who took care of you and who you took care of when you first got out of the game.

Your mind was a mess, covered in a haze with a fine mist of pain, but you were determined to open your eyes this time. Maybe. You had tried a few times before, but it was like reaching for a locked door in a room filled with dark waters. You could neither pull nor push the door open, so you waded in the water and waited to drown, but you never did. Some how or another, you were finding yourself picking the lock to get out of your own cage. Your fingers twitched and you felt your nerves coming to life.

A miserable thing, really, but you had grown used to pain these past few weeks. So you made no noise, simply trying to find out what your jumbled thoughts were doing. You didn't think, didn't move, and didn't blink without their say so. Nothing you did was without reprimand. So you had learned fairly quickly not to do anything that would piss them off. Yet, something was blurring those thoughts. Striking orange hair, only one green eye, and a look of absolute horror and concern.

When had that been? The images flashed through your mind painfully and you unwittingly raised your hand to grasp at your face. Light, pain, being on a familiar floor. Who's floor was it? It hadn't been that person's. You had called him there, right? What did he call you again? The pain throbbed through your skull and you forced your eyes to open partially. Looking through the dark lashes, you saw the casting shadows and nearly lept out of your skin. Yet nothing was familiar anymore.

It wasn't as bright as it had been, almost like it was natural light. Was it natural light? You questioned if it was a reality or not. If you could truly be in a place that wasn't that cold, bleached, room. There were people talking, a nurse ushering Dib and BD out of the room to prevent any problems with you becoming fearful or startled. You took a raspy breath and tried to force yourself to sit up. However, it just wasn't going to work that way. Not when a warm-- why was it warm?-- hand pushed your shoulder so delicately, as if you would break. "Don't move so much. You've been through a lot." Who was talking? Wait, talking. They were speaking, unlike them.

Your eyes snapped wide, piercing blues staring at the face of a stranger. Was it a stranger? Did you know her? Unlikely. "How are you feeling?" You just gawked, your lips quivering as though you were trying to say something, but no words came out. They stopped doing so a while ago. "Do you remember your name sweetie?" You laid back, following the light push she gave as you settled down in silent bewilderment. How had you gotten to this place? Where exactly were you? You wanted to ask, but you just pressed your lips into a thin line. "Dwicky, right?"

A faint bell rung at the back of your mind. That was your name, right? It sounded familiar. Yeah. Dwicky was your last name. So you nodded. "Sean Dwicky. Do you remember your age?" Your head was beginning to throb again, but you pushed that to the side in favour of holding up your hand to take a guess at your age. "Thirty-two. That's right. Do you remember your address?" That one stumped you. You had no idea what your address was, so you shook your head. She frowned for a moment, but ultimately nodded. "What about your occupation? Do you remember what you do work wise?"

Another question you didn't know how to answer. What did you do for a living? You couldn't find the answer. Didn't you do something concerning helping people? Another shake of your head, you couldn't recall. "Alright.. Well, sweetie. You have two people here visiting with you. Do you recall a gentleman by the name of Matth-- Oh, wait a moment. It says here he's referred to as Bird's nest." Bird's nest? Your brows furrowed and you tried to remember who that was. Who would be called by such a name?

Flashes of a circus crossed your mind. You were on the hoop and you.. Fell? Another visage of orange. You made a 'partially' gesture with your hand. To which she smiled at. "What of a Dib Membrane?" Now that was a name that rang a few bells. You raised your hand to your head, the pain only growing worse as you frowned. Why did remembering hurt so badly? You breathed out a slow sigh and nodded. "Good. The call button is to your left, if you need anything, press it. The doctor will be with you in a little while to do an evaluation with you."

>Send a text to the kid.

You were at your limit, your body weak and frail from the constant abuse it underwent. Everything about you had gone from immaculate in health to near dead. You barely remembered your name let alone anything else from the constant prying into your head. Both literally and figuratively. Housed in your cell, you didn't even bother trying to escape anymore, it all seemed to grow pointless and hopeless. Your wheezing breaths were ragged and slow as you turned your hazy gaze towards the door when it slid open. More tests? More experiments? What would it be this time? The guessing game had grown old, but you couldn't very well do much else than that. They moved towards you and jerked you forward by the arm, the bone making a rather sickening sound.

The pain didn't register anymore, nothing did. You barely even noticed as they made you get up, put clothes on you, and had you walking down the too brightly lit hall. Where were they taking you? Which room would it be? Would it be the one with black walls or the one with blue walls? Green or blue stripes on the utensils? They took you down into a different area, one you didn't recognize through bleary vision. It wasn't until they tossed you onto the cold floor that you really began to panic. That was, until you were suddenly engulfed in warmth. What was happening? The light was blinding, so you shut your eyes. Your battered frame curled up tight before you realized it was silent. Far too silent to be the same place. You opened your eyes warily, searching the darkness.

You could barely move, but the wooden floor beneath you made you realize that you weren't anywhere that would be relative to the ship. Everything hurt, but you felt something in your pocket and slowly grasped for it. A phone? No, not a phone. It was your phone. These were the same pajama pants that you had been wearing that night. You wheezed out a breath and looked into the contacts, dialing the first one that popped up. You didn't know why you were calling this person, what they would do, or anything at all. All you knew was that you were supposed to call someone in a situation like that. Hell, you didn't even remember the name that had popped up, or who it was.

His phone went off and he raised a brow, looking down to see the contact. The shock that scattered across his face was apparent as he scrambled to answer the phone. "SEAN!? DWICKY WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN!?" He shouted, and you reeled back like a frightened child. However, when you gave no response, he began to panic himself. "Sean, are you home? Are you at your house? Where are you? What's going on?" He said, the voice coming through the line frantic. So you looked around, where were you? You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. When was the last time you had spoken to anyone? They muzzled you every time you tried to communicate, so you learned not to try. BD grabbed his jacket and slung it on, holding the phone back to his ear. "Don't move, I'm coming to get you. Don't worry about a thing, man."