Ah, yes. Part 5 of Fading Lights. The last part of the first season.
Let's end it off with a bang, shall we?
After the unfortunate turn of events a few days ago, Jura finds himself in a different area than he's used to and will meet new friend...
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Everything was... Cold and uncomfortable... I was with 1 foot in the grave, the other once forcing me to stay alive, but either way, this was uncomfortable. There was a very dull pain emitting from my chest and my limbs. Someone was constantly holding my hand while a tube was just sitting in my throat, keeping me breathing. I felt a person stitching me up, carefully attempting to fit my organs back into my chest and stomach cavity. Overall, I knew that they brought me into the infirmary, I heard the raspy breathing from, what I assume, was Nightmare being fixed up as well, Jay was clinging to my hand, I felt everything that touched me, but even tho my eyes were open, I saw everything as a dull blur. My ears had luckily stopped ringing, but even while being awake, I couldn't tell what anyone was saying, all I heard were washed away voices. Seemingly they put me into a coma... But not fully so I won't die. I tried to say something, but my voice was completely gone. This wasn't good... Jay gently squeezed my hand, feeling that I got uncomfortable again. He seemed to be the only person really sure that I know what is happening around me, since every time I started to panic, he's immediately try to calm me down by caressing my knuckles, fingers, or anything else on my arm. This entire dilemma took about... 4 days. I could see the room getting darker and brighter again, heard the people around me snore. But I myself couldn't rest, the tube and the pain made it physically impossible. I had grown frustrated by being so immobilized. Jay was aware, having to calm me down over and over. I hated being stuck in one place, hated being unable to move, hated being unable to step in, should anything happen. But I was also aware that they tried their best to enable a fully normal life for me as soon as I woke back up. How they would do that is another question... A few days later I finally felt them move the tube. They gently pulled it out before working on my jaw. I... Couldn't tell why... They closed my mouth or something. After a bit of confusion I realized that my jaw was nearly completely ripped off, so they reattached that. Huh... Interesting... Soon after that was done, I felt how they added something cold to my shoulder after they cleaned up the ripped apart flesh and bones. Probably an artificial arm so I can at least live with one arm. Until they added the second one that is, and a leg. By now I was seriously wondering how much of me was destroyed. And why did I survive that? I know I'm a god and all, but that's a bit much... They removed what seemed to by my collar from around my neck as well, or at least, what was remaining of the collar. I felt a bit disappointed, I liked wearing it... They replaced my bones and sewed me up for the next... Week I'd say? At the end of said week I noticed a doctor approach with something thin, blinking in the sunlight. A needle...? Already? Jay helped sit me up and the doctor gave me something with that syringe. The feeling of uncomfortableness and the overall lack of anything I could do disappeared, all my usual abilities and everything else returned. I needed a few minutes to get used to this again, blinking in utter confusion. I wasn't used to the sudden sharp vision anymore... Then I eyed my body, a bit surprised. It was completely fine again. Sure, I was bandaged up a lot, and I'd keep a shit ton of scars from that, but I'm alive! And I had no prostheses... No visibly ones that is, I can already tell that they might've replaced my shoulder tho. I took a shaky breath before coughing out a bunch of dry blood, hating the taste. Jay gently patted my back for that, worried for me. I leaned a bit against him once done, raspy as fuck. A nurse handed me a glass of water before hesitating and holding it in her hand. "Can you try to grasp it?", she asked carefully. I nodded slightly and very carefully raised my hand, in a ton of pain. She held the glass tightly as I tried to grab it, putting my fingers around it. Then she let go, resulting in me nearly dropping it again. She was faster tho, quickly taking it again. "Shit. You're not strong enough for a glass...", she mumbled. "Sorry.", I just replied rather raspily, but coldly. She raised an eyebrow, not pleased with my tone, but let me drink. I did so, still holding Jay's hand tightly. Or, as tightly as possible. Once the glass was empty and she put it away, I cleared my throat. "So... What now?", I asked. Jay eyed me before tightly wrapping his arms around my body, careful tho with my freshly healed injuries. I smiled and held him close, kissing his cheek. "We told you to stay outside you moron!!", he sobbed. My smile faded immediately and I glanced away, not entirely sure what to reply. "At least I'm alive...?", I tried. "Because Bellatrix spent the last few days stitching you up and attempting to keep your sorry ass alive!! The doctors were at a loss, they had no clue if you even had a slim chance of survival, but Bellatrix just did it! We spent like 30 potions on you, just because you couldn't listen!", he hissed, crying. I felt ashamed at this point. It wasn't a doctor who patched me up then, it was Bellatrix. "How long was I gone for...?" "Two months!!" I bit my tongue, not expecting that. 2 whole months? I'd have expected like 2 weeks or something... But months? All I could do at this point was hold Jay close as he sobbed into my hospital gown, silently patting his back in guilt. Shit...
