[ Consciousness comes sluggishly. He can't seem to open his eyes, swimming through the blank emptiness toward a small crack of light and getting nowhere. Waking shouldn't be this hard. It feels like he just went to sleep, limbs heavy, not working. It's funny. He doesn't feel anything, pain or not. Like he's a head without a body.
So he doesn't. He simply lets go.
The next time, it feels different. His fingers twitch. Where he couldn't hear anything before, there's definitely noise, but it sounds like he's underwater. Distant. Muffled. Can't make out the words. His eyes still feel heavy, but Carl feels like it's important to open them.
Open. Come on. Just once.
When he finally manages it, it's hard to process exactly what he's seeing. Stark white walls. The smell of disinfectant. The sound of a few machines nearby. A heart monitor and.. something else. It's not right.
There's sound nearby. Not the expanse of nothing but nature. The sound of death groans. The heart monitor spikes, the beats speeding up as his brain tries to piece everything together. The edges don't fit. It hurts his head.
He lets his head flop to the side, opening his eyes briefly one more time. The sight is a relief, and he tries to call out to his dad, to let him know that he's here, but all that comes out is a raspy croak.
...Weird. How long had he been asleep? And where the hell were they? It wasn't the farm. Nor Alexandria.. The hand beneath his is warm, his dad holding his hand loosely. Carl curls his fingers as best he can. Why isn't anything responding? ]
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@ringleadering || The First Day of the Rest of Your Life
Date: 2017-06-27 03:39 am (UTC)So he doesn't. He simply lets go.
The next time, it feels different. His fingers twitch. Where he couldn't hear anything before, there's definitely noise, but it sounds like he's underwater. Distant. Muffled. Can't make out the words. His eyes still feel heavy, but Carl feels like it's important to open them.
Open. Come on. Just once.
When he finally manages it, it's hard to process exactly what he's seeing. Stark white walls. The smell of disinfectant. The sound of a few machines nearby. A heart monitor and.. something else. It's not right.
There's sound nearby. Not the expanse of nothing but nature. The sound of death groans. The heart monitor spikes, the beats speeding up as his brain tries to piece everything together. The edges don't fit. It hurts his head.
He lets his head flop to the side, opening his eyes briefly one more time. The sight is a relief, and he tries to call out to his dad, to let him know that he's here, but all that comes out is a raspy croak.
...Weird. How long had he been asleep? And where the hell were they? It wasn't the farm. Nor Alexandria.. The hand beneath his is warm, his dad holding his hand loosely. Carl curls his fingers as best he can. Why isn't anything responding? ]