There's quiet beeping and whooshing and floating and something warm covering him. It'd be nicer if it was someone warm covering him, but this is nice too.
Blink.
The beeping is kind of annoying. The warmth and floating are nice, though.
Blink.
He's moving? He thinks he's moving. Or at least whatever surface he's on is moving. There's a woman's voice saying something. Maybe to him? Maybe not. Doesn't matter; he can't parse her words and he doesn't care enough to try harder.
Blink.
"—ent well. No complications beyond those expect—ˮ
"—ylactic antibiotics, since he's at higher than average risk of infection. Sign here plea—ˮ
"—s he going to be okay?"
"—ow more in the morning—ˮ
"—ooking at a long recovery, but he's unlikely to lose—ˮ
"—e's young and healthy, Mr. Gras—ˮ
Blink.
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Blink
FanfictionScott's vision is fuzzy. Hazy. Unfocused like it hasn't been since the LASIK. He vaguely wonders why, but his head hurts so much he's distracted and can't figure it out. He thinks for a second that he's drunk. That he's given himself the mother of...
