haze, prof. albrecht
he/him
thirty-three
january 2
hammerlocke, galar
forever tethered
archivist / professor
exec. (researcher)
tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. these, our bodies, possessed by light.
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hazel albrecht
fix you. [m]
POSTED ON Aug 22, 2023 22:27:47 GMT
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[attr="class","icon"] cw: don’t read this if u don’t like hospital imagery?[break][break]
There were no thoughts that drifted through his unconscious mind in the time that stretched after his vision cut to black. No dreams carried him through to denote some passage of time. All he could remember was coming to–just for a moment. His lashes fluttered, eyes confused and unfocused as he registered the blurry outline of Hugo above him.[break][break]
Pressure in his head, the ache of his head from both the migraine and the fall. All amplified. Wet heat stuck to his hair, his skin. Was he bleeding? He didn’t know. He didn’t know what was going on. Just that a moment ago, he’d been standing in the kitchen, holding a teacup.[break][break]
What had they been talking about? Was it important?[break][break]
Only dimly did he register what it was that his husband was saying. The pleas that tumbled from his mouth. Somewhere inside of him, there was a tremor of guilt. His mouth might’ve opened, but he couldn’t speak. Sorry. That was all he wanted to say. And I don’t want to go. Not to the hospital.[break][break]
But then it all felt too heavy, and he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. Nor could he lift his hand to hold Hugo’s face. Even just to let him know it was alright. His fingers twitched in the effort, but he soon gave up. And he sunk into unconsciousness again.[break][break]
The next time he came too was far more jarring.[break][break]
Pale eyes snapped open, body jolting as if waking from a nightmare. Hazel’s breathing hitched and he registered the press of something against his face, pushing and pulling air into his lungs. The stretcher cot was stiff and uncomfortable under his back, straps keeping him in place and from bolting upright. His head snapped to the side, eyes blown wide in panic as they searched for one familiar face. The only one that would keep him ground, that would calm him down.[break][break]
“Hugo?” He bleated out his husband’s name, but it was garbled by the mask on his face. “Where’s Hugo?” Any properness or social conduct he might’ve had was gone in the wake of his disorientation. Reduced to no more than something terrified and erratic. If Hugo was there, he couldn’t see him among the uniformed paramedics.[break][break]
They must’ve still been in the ambulance. He registered the jostle of the vehicle's wheels under the animal fear that tried to get him up and moving. “Hugo!” he wailed over the sudden ear splitting blare of the heart rate monitor he was attached to as it spiked and accelerated. The cry was childish and pathetic and everything he hated in himself.[break][break]
His hands clawed at the IV tube connected to his arm, at the mask on his face, the clip on his finger. One medic scrambled to keep him still as he twisted stubbornly and tried to sit up. That’s all he wanted to do. The shrill beeping was making his head worse.[break][break]
And then, there was another poke. The prick of something injected into his system, and the struggle ebbed. The monitor evened out, and he succumbed to the dark again.
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