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xp_logsGeorge wakes to discover that a serious accident happened as they made their escape. Fortunately for him, Monica was there to save him.
All he could feel was the cold and air dragging over the tube down his throat. Just how hard had that sawed-off son-of-a-bitch hit him?
George opened his eyes slowly, but there wasn't anything but the dark and a familiar profile to greet him. That was more than enough. He couldn't speak over the tube, but managed some small sound, trying to get Monica's attention.
She wasn't sure she'd heard it at first, it barely made enough noise to be heard over the various life support machines she had him hooked up to. It was wishful thinking, perhaps, but she turned to investigate the sound anyhow. Drawing closer, Monica saw that George was, indeed, awake, or at least his eyes were open. She gave him a soft, affectionate smile and brushed his hair back further off his face. "Hello there."
George attempted to lift his arm and was fuzzily surprised to find that it actually obeyed. Fingers intact, if slow to actually respond. He reached for her hand, a question in his eyes.
Monica's fingers laced through George's and she held his hand firmly, without any concern for hurting him or them being too delicate to handle the pressure of her grip. Her expression remained soft as she gazed down at him. "You were in quite a state, my love." Monica's free hand swept down the side of his face. "Some of your insides attempted to mate in the most unfortunate of ways, but I have repaired you and you will function better than you had before." There was a fanatical gleam in her eyes.
He couldn't speak, couldn't question, but his gaze fell to the hand holding his again, and he found that there was no need. As he squeezed her hand in return, he finally registered something beyond the cold, beyond the warmth of Monica's skin against his palm: a faint surge of power hummed through his bones and a delicate web of circuitry glowed beneath his skin in response to his movements. It was only there for a moment and gone, leaving him with just the cold and torporous movements once more, but it was potential as good as a promise. George turned his eyes up to Monica again and smiled around the tube taped to his lips.
All he could feel was the cold and air dragging over the tube down his throat. Just how hard had that sawed-off son-of-a-bitch hit him?
George opened his eyes slowly, but there wasn't anything but the dark and a familiar profile to greet him. That was more than enough. He couldn't speak over the tube, but managed some small sound, trying to get Monica's attention.
She wasn't sure she'd heard it at first, it barely made enough noise to be heard over the various life support machines she had him hooked up to. It was wishful thinking, perhaps, but she turned to investigate the sound anyhow. Drawing closer, Monica saw that George was, indeed, awake, or at least his eyes were open. She gave him a soft, affectionate smile and brushed his hair back further off his face. "Hello there."
George attempted to lift his arm and was fuzzily surprised to find that it actually obeyed. Fingers intact, if slow to actually respond. He reached for her hand, a question in his eyes.
Monica's fingers laced through George's and she held his hand firmly, without any concern for hurting him or them being too delicate to handle the pressure of her grip. Her expression remained soft as she gazed down at him. "You were in quite a state, my love." Monica's free hand swept down the side of his face. "Some of your insides attempted to mate in the most unfortunate of ways, but I have repaired you and you will function better than you had before." There was a fanatical gleam in her eyes.
He couldn't speak, couldn't question, but his gaze fell to the hand holding his again, and he found that there was no need. As he squeezed her hand in return, he finally registered something beyond the cold, beyond the warmth of Monica's skin against his palm: a faint surge of power hummed through his bones and a delicate web of circuitry glowed beneath his skin in response to his movements. It was only there for a moment and gone, leaving him with just the cold and torporous movements once more, but it was potential as good as a promise. George turned his eyes up to Monica again and smiled around the tube taped to his lips.
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