Final Space Oneshots

White Eyes (2)

Gary felt like he was in a box.

Really, he was more concerned about how normal it felt to come to the conclusion that he was in a box.

Gary gave a light groan, opening his eyes only to see black around him. There were some distant voices, but his mind was too muddled to try and translate them at that moment in time. He was more fussed at the fact that he was lying in complete darkness, and no one seemed to care. Or maybe they did, he wasn't one to judge.

"-ry..."

Someone was trying to say something now, and he felt kind of bad when he ignored it. Because all of a sudden, he began to feel horrible, like waking up from a hour long drinking game.

And he knew how that felt.

"-ary –"

Gary closed his eyes again (it really didn't make a difference but it felt better) and let out a sigh. It felt like he was too hot, and then too cold. He was shivering, but he could feel sweat sticking to his brow. He didn't know whether he wanted a blanket or an ice pack.

"Gary? Gary?" The voice was familiar. They were calling out his name, so whoever put him in a box (or turned off the lights or whatever) knew who he was and wasn't trying to kill him, which was a nice surprise.

Gary opened his eyes again and, despite the darkness, tilted his head to the voice calling his name. As his senses slowly came back to him, he realised that he was actually in the med bay of the Crimson Light; the smells of disinfect were making his stomach churn.

So he wasn't in a box, he was in one of the cylinder bed things that all ships seemed to have. It still didn't explain why it was so dark.

"Thunder Bandit? Are you awake?" Little Cato. Gary blinked a few times, trying to see in the dark. It didn't help.

"Yeah...hey Spider-cat." Gary smiled, sitting up slowly in the bed. Any movement made him dizzy, and someone was holding onto his arm to stop him falling off. By the large hand, Gary identified them as Fox.

"Thanks Fox." Gary closed his eyes, leaning back. He really didn't feel that great. "What happened?" He asked. All he remembered was the market.

"You passed out in the market." Ash was also beside him. "Little Cato said a bug bit you or something, so right now HUE, AVA and Nightfall are trying to identify what it was, and what it can do..." Ash gave a nervous laugh. "...you seem to be fine though, which is good because...I would've destroyed the entire market..."

"What have we talked about Ash?" Gary reminded, despite feeling like he wanted to die three times over. "No destroying things unless Gary says so."

"How are you feeling?" Little Cato spoke again, quietly. Gary gave a small smile, still keeping his eyes shut.

"Like absolute crap." He replied. "But apart from that, pretty cool."

Little Cato gave a weak laugh. Gary smiled, opening his eyes again. It was still black, and he sighed.

"Could someone turn the lights on please?" He asked no one in particular, staring at where the ceiling would be. "I can't see anything here."

When all he got was silence in return, however, he knew something was horribly wrong with what he just said. There was a gasp, and a furry paw touched his hand.

"You...you can't see?" Little Cato asked him, shock evident in his voice. Gary felt his chest constrict.

"You can?" He whispered. Little Cato didn't reply, but his paw began to tremble in his hand. Out of habit, Gary squeezed it in reassurance as his thoughts began to run wild. A memory, buried in his childhood, came to surface.