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It was amazing that they had survived the battle at all. Equinoxās return to the bay had been a shock to everyone. Especially when itās Fighter was slumped in his seat, covered in his own blood. But he was alive and he was rushed to med bay once they had landed. But he was ignored by the crowds who went to Phobos with their congratulations.
Deimos was kept under close supervision by the medics and even with their help, it was about a week before he regained consciousness.
Slowly, he began to stir. His eyes flickered open but... His world stayed black. He began to panic, suddenly remembering what had happened, remembering pain and blood and fear. Was he dead? Is this what happened? He reached up, one hand brushing at his face. He found fabric there and started to pull it off, maybe that was what was obstructing his sight. But even when there was no more to tear away, everything was black.
The medical officers found him in his panic and held him down, trying to relax him with words he couldnāt seem to understand. English, right? He couldnāt remember the words he had learnt.
āŠ§ŃŠ¾ ŃŠ¾ мной не ŃŠ°Šŗ?!ā He yelled, voice cracking as he did. He slumped back down on his bed, giving up as a needle reached his vein and he started to relax. He still couldnāt understand them but words were starting to make sense. Eyes, fight, Equinox... It took them a while but his English began to return and they explained to him that while he had won, his sight was likely gone forever.
One of the med crew went to find Deimosās Navigator, telling him quickly that he had woken up and seemed to be doing alright, except for his vision. He told him that he would let him visit, but he had to be careful.