OPEN ♔ I'LL FIND IT IN MYSELF TO GIVE THIS ONE MORE SHOT

[socialgraces]

WHO || Francesca and YOU [open]
WHAT || It's been a long couple of days for some and an eternity for others.
WHERE || Knights HQ; the medical wing
WHEN || Wednesday, April 11
HOW || Either actionspam or prose, multiple threads.

Francecsa's alive for quite a while before she actually comes to, her breathing slow and even. When she finally begins to rouse, her body is first to react, although it's movements and changes are slight, such as a finger twitch or a more exaggerated exhale. Her mind is a little slower to perk up, as it's quite the sensory overload to suddenly return from nothingness to life, but she soon feels the darkness give way to coherency.

The room itself isn't very stimulating, and while the lack of provocation helps her brain focus on waking up, it does nothing to ease the rapid assault of memories that are subsequently flashing behind closed eyelids. As her reminiscing approaches her present condition, her chest starts to rise and fall much more desperately. When she finds herself practically gasping for air, she finally opens her eyes in hopes it will stop the violent spinning in her head.

She knows she's not alone. She can feel him in the room, Christos that is. When her eyes shoot open, on top of the fear, she feels a sudden panic that maybe he isn't here, and this feeling is just from reliving so many memories of him at once. With the room spinning, it's impossible for her to immediately locate him, though, and she finds she can't really just move, the soreness in her body complete. All this just fuels her hyperventilation even more, and she gives up focusing on anything but just breathing for a couple seconds, desperately hoping she's somewhere safe, and not alone.

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After he leaves, she just sleeps more, not trusting herself to walk anywhere, let alone all the way to her room. So she'll just hang out in the cleric wing, drifting in and out of nightmare-accompanied sleep. She wakes in a panic several times, desperately trying to free herself from whatever it is she's dreaming about. She can't really stop any visitors, not that she'd mind a few good words right now anyway.

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The only reason that Thoster is in the medical wing at all is... Well, he got lost. And because he's such a proud bastard, he doesn't bother asking for directions. He's a captain of a ship, after all! One bloody castle isn't going to best him. But before he finds his way back to the familiar rooms, he winds up in the medical wing. And lucky him, someone is just waking up. Thoster has no idea what's going on with the poor woman, but even he can't just stand by and watch someone obviously in pain of some sort. He rushes forward, not touching her, but shushing in a calming tone.

"Easy... Breathe slow. You're alright, lass. There, there." The string of comforting phrases come so easily, like the thousand nightmares he helped soothe when his younger siblings awoke in a panic.