Today I Saw The Whole World // Kellic

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A faint rasping noise barely leaves his throat as his lungs take conscious control of his next few breaths. The feeling of life readily seeps back into his entire body as he begins to wake up.

'It hurts'

It's the first thing he feels. 

Life.

And goddamn it hurts.

Pain. His throat burns and is sore, starting from his mouth down into his gut. The soreness spreads throughout his muscles, his sides his torso his legs. It's as if wooden boards are being struck down upon him all over his body, every bruise throbbing with pain.

But nothing compares to his arms.

He faintly twitches his fingers sending tingles through his hands, a miraculous feat considering it feels as though all his tendons should be severed and muscles scarred. Feeling His arms barely intact, but intact nonetheless. 

Same with himself. 

Barely alive, 

but alive nonetheless.

A weak noise barely reaches his throat, as if it's a sound crawling to fight a war. With a little more power it's all he can do to push it out. 

The groan rings loud through his throbbing head, sound feeling like a sledgehammer to his skull.

His body flinches beyond his control and the act causes more pain to shoot through him. Another groan follows and he turns his head a little, and his whole being fosters the same ponder.

'I'm still alive but at what cost, this pain is unbearable, I can't even tell yet if I'm feeling sobriety or too many counteracting drugs in my system. 

Whatever this is... it hurts.'

-

Vic is cleaning some dried blood from the day Kellin was brought in that apparently was missed in the first round of sterilization.

'Somehow, in this fucking hospital. fucking somehow...'

As his thoughts tumble around his head bitterly of his workplace, it's lack of professionalism and compassion, and hey... it's striking ability to maintain a racist agenda manages to pull through as his tan hands scrub the tile. 

The swooshing of the sponge comes to an instant halt however as a hushed whisper floats into his ear through his unruly brown curls messily pulled back. 

He picks his hands up as if the floor became fire and turns his head to the patient, awaiting another noise and sure enough, another groan follows, louder.

'He's waking up...'

His hands gently fall to his sides as his whole self de-tenses with the wave of relief that surges through him. Keeping and eye on the patient he quickly condenses the cleaning equipment and removes the chemicals from his hands hastily, before finding himself standing to the right of the bed hand ready on his pager, his gaze glancing from Kellin to his vitals on the machine. 

He notices his fingers moving and notes it as a good sign, also when his body flinches, meaning he has motion still capable. After select groans of pain he turns his head slightly to the side and his eyelids twitch. 

They ever so carefully creak open as he brings his face back straight ahead, the blue wonders seeing the light once again. 

Not a word is uttered between them for seconds that feel like hours until Kellin tries to move his arms just barely, as the pain is too much for him.