A Human Touch

~Story~

A Zarry Awake AU with some changes to fit the ship. Tell me what you think here or at my Tumblr!

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Sunday, 12:00 pm. 18th February, 2018

Everything is black. He feels so tired. His body is shaking with movement, like someone is pushing him as he lays down, but he can't open his eyes, and his voice isn't reaching his own ears. He wants to ask what's happening, but his lips are sealed, his limbs are heavy, and the only thing on his mind that he's taken his medicine, he's prepared a lovely night with his husband, his head is pounding and his breathing is a little harder than normal, and he wants to open his eyes. The voices around him are all blurring into one beep. He feels his body being lifted then dropped on something else before he feels the stinging sensation of needles connecting with his body. The voices are becoming clearer, and he hears the word 'doctor' quite often. Someone else tells the doctor that they're ready as he feels his breathing evening, his body resting on whatever drug they injected to his body, and he can feel someone holding his head. The voices around him are silent again for a moment, sounds of beeps and clicks are all he can hear before something sharp connects with the back of his head.

"Wait ..." He tries to talk, feels his lips moving now, but his body is as heavy, and he can't move when the sharp pain continues. "Wait ..." He tries again, louder this time, and his breathing isn't even right now. He's moving his eyes but all he sees is black, like there's something covering his eyes. He tries to move his body again, a slight shake of his fingertips, and screams as the pain becomes unbearable.

"His heart rate is elevating!"

"His breathing is not normal."

"Doctor?"

The beeps are getting louder in his ears, his own screams is echoing, and his body feels so heavy until it's not, and he's losing the feeling of everything around him.

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Monday, 3:00 am. 19th February, 2018

He opens his eyes at last, vision blurry at first then restricted with the movement of his head, and he's trying to move it, really trying to, but all his attempts are failing. With a huff of breath, he gives up, looking around him to see his surroundings. His memory is catching up slightly, realizing that the white room with blue horizontal lines at the corners is a hospital room. The beeps of the machines next to him are still louder than he wants them to, and he takes a deep breath before he tries to sit up. It doesn't work, and he grunts as he looks back up at the ceiling, the faint light is staring back at him.

The door opens, and he waits for the person to come into his line of vision. It's a nurse, wearing her pink uniform and an emotionless face as she checks on him, her eyes landing on his body before they go to the monitors. She writes down some stuff then turns to leave, and he frowns at her.

"Excuse me?" He calls after her, not understanding her rude behavior. Why wouldn't she at least say a word to him? Perhaps explaining his condition? Telling him everything is going to be okay? Just a smile? Having a bad day doesn't mean that she gets to neglect her patients. He should have a word with the chief.

The window in his room shows nothing of the outside, and he stays there shouting at the door for someone to come for him but they never do.

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Monday, 6:00 am. 19th February, 2018

The room is dark when he opens his eyes again this time. The light is off, and he can faintly see the reflection of the monitors on the walls. The door opens quietly, and a person approaches him. It's a doctor this time, and he can't make anything of his face other than he has a beard, and that he's tall with a fit build.