wake up time

[cardinalsinned]

[ This is probably the second worst way to wake up, in a hospital bed with Juan there watching. ]

What... happened to me?

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[foundjuanting]

You and our brother both were affected by this place, you disappeared and you know what happened to our other brother.

[maleborgia]

No, I don't. Tell me, in greater detail.

[foundjuanting]

[God he seriously sounds out of it]

I found him shortly after you went missing, he was resting, but nothing would stir him. For two days I watched him for any change and awaited your return, and on the third I took him to be seen. The doctors placed him in their care, fed and watered him through his blood, and watched over him while I searched for you. I would come back in the evenings and see if he had woken yet. Today he awoke and had no knowledge of what happened and was wary of my gaze. I would not have him view me as a wolf lurking around a flock, and so we agreed to forget our mutual... transgressions.

[maleborgia]

What did the doctors have to say? Did they know what caused it?

[foundjuanting]

They know nothing of the cause.

[maleborgia]

Hm.

And he is here now?

[foundjuanting]

Yes, upstairs I would assume.

...Brother, would you help me to my room? I fear that my legs have turned to water.

[maleborgia]

Are you going so soon? I was not ready to leave just yet.

[foundjuanting]

We could continue this in my room, the spot near the window would be more comfortable for me there.

[maleborgia]

*standing, helping him up* What did you take mixed with the wine?

[foundjuanting]

[leaning on pretty much fully]

Do you assume that I have? The grit in the cup may have been from the wine.

[maleborgia]

Stop that, or I'll go to the hospital and ask what they prescribed Cesare.

[foundjuanting]

I can not remember right now, go see his medication.

[maleborgia]

Thank you.

*stairs get*

[foundjuanting]

[It's pretty obvious that he's going over dates in his head ffffffffffff]

When was our agreement to expire, it had passed already, had it not?

[maleborgia]

Don't fall; I won't be able to catch you.

Yes, and you do not smell of smoke. I am not accusing you of breaking it.

[foundjuanting]

I will smell of smoke soon enough, I would have a cigarette by the window.

[WE CAN DO THIS, WE CAN MAKE IT TO THE LITTLE LOUNGESPACE]

[maleborgia]

I don't see what you find so enjoyable about it. *but helping you to your room*

[foundjuanting]

About which? There are three that you could be speaking of.

[laying down on the platform near the window, and rummaging for something in the middle of all the fabric and pillows]

[maleborgia]

*sitting down, only slightly in your way*

The cigarettes in particular. The rest I can understand, even if I do not approve.

[foundjuanting]

[pausing mid-light]

How do you understand the others?

[maleborgia]

Because I have spoken to people about them and looked into it on my own. I understand that they cause sedation and a lessening of pain. You are by no means the first one I know to smoke these, but they should not be filling the same need.

[foundjuanting]

[Laughing as he takes a drag and shakes his head a little.]

Is that how they describe it? No it's... it's so much more than that, even without the visions.

[maleborgia]

Then explain it to me, or tell me what you see.

[foundjuanting]

It's... warmth, more than warmth truly. It is a feeling of being disconnected from your pain, oh you can still feel the edges of it, but it does not matter. You can look upon it and all your life as though you were a scholar reading over a text. Your senses grow sharp, the flicker of a light in the darkness takes on a countless number of sights you missed before, the smoke gains an elegance and grace that we so often overlook. You can feel the grain of wood and every raised detail and carved dip of what you touch, and the color and sound that goes ignored comes to the front and invites you to see, hear, and touch.

Rest comes easily, even to a troubled mind, and the dreams on the rim of that sleep are so vivid that even on waking you must ask yourself where each could be separated, if only for a moment. Memories rise up, quickly and then run away, but each one is as clear as when they first occurred. Every feeling from joy, to wonder, and even strangely to pain and tears, all of them are there to relive again. It is though all of your life is before you, and you could pluck each sight and travel through the ages, if only for a moment.

Words flow naturally, and the emotions of others become clear, each gesture and tone gaining meaning where there was so much more missed before. Time feels differently, and there is only the feeling of peace and calm, and the sedate wonder at the nature of our world.

Lessening of pain... is a vast understatement.