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Aaron made a beeline for Eric's room, once he found where it was. But now, standing in front of it, he wasn't sure whether to go in. His mind was still swirling around, at war with itself, loyalist forces driving out the last remnants of that evil telepathic abomination's mental attack. Its command for him to kill his own friend.
Not to mention, Eric looked on death's doorstep when Aaron last saw him. There was no way to know if he was even up for being visited by anybody. Gently, tentatively, Aaron would knock a few times and see if there was any response.
Aaron stepped in quietly, closing the door gently behind him and crossing the room. Why had he expected to enter and see a corpse?
...Had he wanted to? The flickering influence of that geno was still alive and well in his memory. It had wanted Aaron to kill him. Him, specifically. But no, this was his friend, right? Had to be, whatever the doubts and suspicions crawling over his mind said.
Eric wouldn't do that to him. Sarah wouldn't. Right?
He doesn't say anything, though he does touch a finger gently to Eric's neck to check for a pulse. Then he just pulls up a chair and sits quietly, seeing how the 'captain' is doing.
Docs had done a damn fine job.
« Last Edit: Jan 8, 2016 13:45:21 GMT -6 by Aaron Silverman »
Well, Aaron wasn't going to wake him up. Not right now. Wasn't sure what else to do, though.
At least his thoughts were his own, right now. He'd fought as hard as he could not to put a spike through Eric's brain, but if Fred hadn't shot the geno off him, would he have won? The thought made him shudder, especially as he considered what happened right after. This man had saved his life despite being at death's door himself.
Funny, that. He'd disobeyed orders, gone down there, to protect people he cared about. And there he'd been protected instead. It had been Aaron, not Eric, staring down the barrel of an Imperial rifle and watching the beam coming his way.
"Goddamn idiot," he said, quietly, with a mirthless smile. "I would've dodged the shot. Should've taken care of yourself like we told you to."
Aaron was, for the moment, fine with this. It was a companionable silence, in a way. The only uninjured person from the mission, watching over the one who'd gotten it worst of all, bar one.
He'll keep vigil for a little while. He didn't have to be anywhere, though maybe it'd be worth going back and telling the girls he seems fine.
Yeah. Great idea.
« Last Edit: Jan 8, 2016 16:48:42 GMT -6 by Aaron Silverman »
After a while of sitting there, mulling over his options, he gave his friend a little pat on the shoulder, stood up, and walked out. He would be back. It was just there were other people to check on, and the girls should know Eric was okay.
Though would they have given a shit, if it was him in this hospital bed?
Besides, once he got up, he'd probably be thirsty. A glass of water would be nice. The door shuts gently behind Aaron, but it will eventually be reopened!