Stitched Limbs

Ch 13: Awakening and A Systems Check

My breathing tube is pulled out of my throat violently, my body inhales some of the liquid in surprise and I choke. I open my eyes quickly and look around, reaching for the breathing tube as it's pulled out of the tank. Panic starts to fill my chest as more liquid starts to fill my lungs and I'm deprived from the air I needed. I feel the rest of the wires and other equipment pulled away from my body as the liquid in the tank jumps and starts to drain.

I see my vision start to dim and turn black as my brain is deprived of oxygen. The level of the liquid in the tank starts to go down and I slowly float down with it. Once my head breaks the surface I start to cough up whatever the foul tasting liquid was and gasp for air. My lungs hurt like hell and I could tell that there was quite a lot of stuff in there still, but at least I was getting a little bit of oxygen flowing again.

I felt a hand grab onto my wrist and another pound on my back as I continued to try and cough the crap out. After a short while more poured out of my mouth and I felt those hands drag me out of the tank and onto the cold floor. I reach my hands up to wipe the stuff out of my eyes and look up at who had dragged me out, it was Tyn. This wasn't a bit surprising, what was surprising was the look of worry on his face.

I swallow hard and chuckle a little bit. "W-well...? D-did I do good...?" I asked, my voice was hoarse after swallowing that liquid and coughing so much.

Tyn smiles at me and pats me on the back. "Considering you're still alive, yes. You did wonderfully." Tyn answers me, helping me into a proper sitting position and placing a stethoscope on my chest. "Breathe in a couple times for me." I do so and feel the remnants of the liquid sloshing around in my lungs. "Keep coughing, you should be able to get a little bit more out. The rest will be absorbed by your body."

I take my fist and pound it on my chest a couple times to help me cough up some more of that liquid, it makes a watery splat on the floor and I grimace at my aching muscles. All of the coughing was hard on them after they had been not doing anything for... I don't know how long.

"That's good, let's get you to standing." Tyn says, standing up and offering a hand to me.

I take it and let him help me up, my legs felt weak and actually wobbled a little bit. "Y-you're being really... P..polite today." I wheeze out, my voice was weak too from lack of use.

Tyn cocks an eyebrow at me. "Am I not polite everyday?" He had picked up a clipboard from a counter and held that in one hand while helping to balance me.

"N-no... Sometimes you a-are not as polite as you th-think..." I shivered a little bit as my body realized how cold it was in the room. Being completely soaked wasn't helping either.

Tyns weight shifts a little bit. "Well, I suppose that is so. Could be a worse truth." He chuckles and pats me on the head. "Lets get you to a medical room, I need to check out your vitals and make sure you're not having any complications."

"W-why is that?" I give Tyn a confused look and hold my arms close to my body, starting to shake more.

Tyn notices and turns towards one of the cubbards, grabbing something gray and folded and tossing it at me. "You've been in that tank for almost a full year. 11 months and 15 days to be exact."

I take it and wrap it around my body quickly, sighing as I feel it start to warm me up. "You had me under close monitoring and I bet somebody was watching me most of the time. So why would complications arise now?"

Tyn chuckles a little bit and looks at the clipboard. "So that fate could spite me." He moves beside me and wraps an arm around me, his mood has changed since I last saw him. I couldn't quite place what it was that was changed in him. "Now come on, it's not far to walk. Your legs will be weak for a while."