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When Aaron woke up, his wounds were already treated, leaving him in an infirmary room with its usual tiled ceiling and best-wishes cards like last time and an overwhelming sense of frustration. And defeat. How the hell had he managed to lose that one? He was stronger than that, or he'd thought so, anyway.
"You beat Rath, one day I want to be the one who beats Kharne, and Chazz, and all those bullies who follow him."
Fat chance of that if he lost a fight like the one in the courtyard. But the memories were scattered, vague flashes eaten up by the heat of flames and a pain like every nerve in his body was being stabbed with hot knives, worse even than the two shots he took in Belarus. Then that second flash, right before unconsciousness. Whatever it had been.
Right before here. Whatever'd happened, well, the Academy obviously hadn't burnt down, and he wasn't dead. Good, obviously, but it could have been better. Thirteen years of combat training, training with his power pretty much his entire life, and for what?
He hadn't thought much about failure, even though it was eating at him now that he was a little removed. He'd focussed on pain, on "rest a bit," on "we want to keep an eye on you today," on reluctance to accept visitors because he figured he wouldn't be in here that long and wouldn't want to look people in the eye and admit he couldn't beat someone in a dumb suit.
He focussed on being glad nobody was dead. On being glad things had stopped where they had. On being glad it was him in here, someone who could take it, not somebody else. Not like that basement.
On, oddly enough, being glad the blazer Sarah'd given him had been in the wash, so that whip hadn't destroyed it. The mind focussed on odd things, sometimes. Was her tree okay?
For now, the world was white tile and some old show on the TV on the wall and too-bright lighting on the ceiling. The suffocating sterility of a hospital, and the hope he'd at least be out today, before anyone he cared about knew he was in here.
« Last Edit: Feb 15, 2016 20:16:06 GMT -6 by Aaron Silverman »
In a flash, the mention of Fi getting shot had him most of the way out of bed, before Jack had even finished speaking! He does settle down after a second, though.