Post by Haupien on Jul 15, 2023 21:50:57 GMT -5
Haupien coughed, a violent, painful, horrendous cough. Pain spintered through his body, and just as quickly as his consciousness returned it almost left him. He laid still, leaving his eyes closed, only darkness in his vision, and simply breathed. One breath after the other. Precious breaths. Breaths of life. Slowly, he cracked open his eyes, almost hissing in response to the harsh glaring light, attacking him like the sun. He forced himself to blink, letting in fresh rays of light, until gradually he grew numb to the sensation. After having collected himself, he now saw that it was in fact a rather soft light, easy on the eyes and giving a relaxing radiative hum. He shifted slightly in the bed, pushing himself up into something resembling a sitting position. The cuts spread all across his body were already healing, salves and bandages alike applied everywhere he could feel. He winced as he moved too quickly, and echoes of the original impacts that had caused them rippled across his body in a wave of pain. A massive bruise covered his backside, an ugly dark blue, while a smaller but just as painful bruise was across his chest. On various other parts of his body similar injuries could be found, bruises and scratches alike.
He reached out instinctually, and was surprised to find his prized sword sitting on a small stand next to him. He quickly grabbed onto it, letting it rest alongside him. He finally directed his attention to his surroundings, realizing he had no idea how he had gotten here. The last thing he remembered was throwing himself into the sewer water as the tunnel collapsed around him- retreating into the darkness. He was in a rather small room, just enough space to walk alongside the bed on either side. There was little in terms of decorations, besides a single rather cheap looking painting of the capital. He supposed that meant he was still in Sadala, but that guess wasn't worth much. The door was left open to the hallway, a similar but empty room sitting across the hallway. A light chatter could be heard somewhere down the hall, no more than a few people talking.
He tried to sit up fully, an effort rewarded with naught but pain. A Tuffle nurse- or what he guessed was one, from what he had seen of their surroundings- was walkiing by as he did so, and instantly rushed in to arrest his attempt. "Damn you, don't make the last few days of my life patching you up a waste by running off before you're ready," she demanded, grabbing onto him and forcing him back down into the bed. He acquicsed with a faint smile, before returning to his sleep.
A few days later, or maybe something more like half a week- it was hard to keep track of- he was walking out of the building into the Saiyan streets. He donned the dark cloak, pulling his hood over his still slighty swollen face, and began walking. A bandage was laid over his broken nose, the details of which the Tuffle had continually fussed over, until he was forced to refuse anything further, both of them knowing it was in perfectly good condition already. The cloak had been partially shredded, tears lining it, but it had been repaired in full, a slightly ligher tint of blue in the damaged spots the only sign that anything had changed. He quickly tapped on the scouter, setting the range of power levels it would scan for wider than before. It wouldn't help against another foe that could hide his power, but it would alteast give him some extra level of awareness.
He reached out instinctually, and was surprised to find his prized sword sitting on a small stand next to him. He quickly grabbed onto it, letting it rest alongside him. He finally directed his attention to his surroundings, realizing he had no idea how he had gotten here. The last thing he remembered was throwing himself into the sewer water as the tunnel collapsed around him- retreating into the darkness. He was in a rather small room, just enough space to walk alongside the bed on either side. There was little in terms of decorations, besides a single rather cheap looking painting of the capital. He supposed that meant he was still in Sadala, but that guess wasn't worth much. The door was left open to the hallway, a similar but empty room sitting across the hallway. A light chatter could be heard somewhere down the hall, no more than a few people talking.
He tried to sit up fully, an effort rewarded with naught but pain. A Tuffle nurse- or what he guessed was one, from what he had seen of their surroundings- was walkiing by as he did so, and instantly rushed in to arrest his attempt. "Damn you, don't make the last few days of my life patching you up a waste by running off before you're ready," she demanded, grabbing onto him and forcing him back down into the bed. He acquicsed with a faint smile, before returning to his sleep.
A few days later, or maybe something more like half a week- it was hard to keep track of- he was walking out of the building into the Saiyan streets. He donned the dark cloak, pulling his hood over his still slighty swollen face, and began walking. A bandage was laid over his broken nose, the details of which the Tuffle had continually fussed over, until he was forced to refuse anything further, both of them knowing it was in perfectly good condition already. The cloak had been partially shredded, tears lining it, but it had been repaired in full, a slightly ligher tint of blue in the damaged spots the only sign that anything had changed. He quickly tapped on the scouter, setting the range of power levels it would scan for wider than before. It wouldn't help against another foe that could hide his power, but it would alteast give him some extra level of awareness.
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