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Journal Entry 007 - [Action/Voice]
Oct. 13th, 2010 07:17 am[You know what sucks, Luceti? Waking up in the clinic and remembering exactly how you got there.
And this, in fact, is what has just happened to Giles.
He feels like he's just survived one of the worst cases of the flu in human history and the right side of his body is one big stinging ache and one hand's in a cast and he's suddenly so very glad he's awake because that means he's not dreaming.
He sits up, groans as his head throbs, and has to stop for a second so the world can stop spinning and he doesn't lose what little food he has in his stomach. Memories slowly trickle back. The infiltration, the mission, the prisoners, the attack, the...
His journal and his glasses are by his bed - he grabs both. When his voice comes over the journal, he sounds deeply worried.]
Is everyone all right? Did everyone make it back? [He fumbles with his glasses for a second. Once they're on, the world slides back into focus and everything makes a bit more sense. A though strikes him, and he laughs bitterly] I don't even know most of your names and I'm asking after your health. Dear Lord...
((ooc: I'm assuming Giles has spent the last couple of days inactive, mostly unconscious, and recovering, due to getting mauled by a hellish monster and exposed to poison air. Maybe awake on and off, but he only manages to get back on his feet today. Assuming one of you nice people that got him to the clinic after the infiltration mission, since falling unconscious from the poison and his injuries was kind of a given.))
And this, in fact, is what has just happened to Giles.
He feels like he's just survived one of the worst cases of the flu in human history and the right side of his body is one big stinging ache and one hand's in a cast and he's suddenly so very glad he's awake because that means he's not dreaming.
He sits up, groans as his head throbs, and has to stop for a second so the world can stop spinning and he doesn't lose what little food he has in his stomach. Memories slowly trickle back. The infiltration, the mission, the prisoners, the attack, the...
His journal and his glasses are by his bed - he grabs both. When his voice comes over the journal, he sounds deeply worried.]
Is everyone all right? Did everyone make it back? [He fumbles with his glasses for a second. Once they're on, the world slides back into focus and everything makes a bit more sense. A though strikes him, and he laughs bitterly] I don't even know most of your names and I'm asking after your health. Dear Lord...
((ooc: I'm assuming Giles has spent the last couple of days inactive, mostly unconscious, and recovering, due to getting mauled by a hellish monster and exposed to poison air. Maybe awake on and off, but he only manages to get back on his feet today. Assuming one of you nice people that got him to the clinic after the infiltration mission, since falling unconscious from the poison and his injuries was kind of a given.))
