"I-I remember you," Ruby groans, slowly lifting a hand to rub at her head. Her eyes are still closed, at first, leaving her in the expected blanket of darkness as she comes around. "Careful, I-I don't want to squish you when I move."
Waking up from dying shouldn't be getting so familiar, so much easier to not wake up panicking from. But for the first few moments, Ruby is just relieved by the freedom she has to breathe, the lack of fresh petals in her mouth, the fact the pressure to forget is gone.
And then she opens her eye.
You know how sometimes, when you get a bruise or the like, you don't feel anything is wrong until you become aware of it? The moment she realises she's only seeing in monocular vision is a little like that, followed rapidly by the awareness that something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.
It's only her awareness of Eleanor leaning against her face that stops her from jerking wildly from the bed.
cw: nondescript eye horror
"I-I remember you," Ruby groans, slowly lifting a hand to rub at her head. Her eyes are still closed, at first, leaving her in the expected blanket of darkness as she comes around. "Careful, I-I don't want to squish you when I move."
Waking up from dying shouldn't be getting so familiar, so much easier to not wake up panicking from. But for the first few moments, Ruby is just relieved by the freedom she has to breathe, the lack of fresh petals in her mouth, the fact the pressure to forget is gone.
And then she opens her eye.
You know how sometimes, when you get a bruise or the like, you don't feel anything is wrong until you become aware of it? The moment she realises she's only seeing in monocular vision is a little like that, followed rapidly by the awareness that something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.
It's only her awareness of Eleanor leaning against her face that stops her from jerking wildly from the bed.
"—wh-what the—?!"