The room was pretty damn cold, but at least the bed he sat on was comfy enough. Chaz sat up, wobbling a bit as he still felt somewhat dizzy. He’d been conscious for a few hours now, a couple of indistinguishable blurry figures had been tending to him, bandaging him up, examining his eyes, asking him basic questions, and reassuring him that he’d be fine. The last thing he remembers was mercilessly punching a zombified Coulter’s face into a fine pulp, and then he ended up waking up in this cold place. He couldn’t see worth a damn - he’d lost his glasses - so he had to go by scent and whatever he could sense with his antennae, as inexperienced as he was with them.
The first thing that he noticed about the place was the scent. Plaster casts, bandages, hospital sheets and general malaise, just like the last time he was stuck in A&E back at ARI, only… there was something different about it. Nevertheless, he could at least figure he was on a hospital bed in an emergency room. As he was about to dwell on his thoughts, he heard the door open again.
“Oh, wow… what happened to you, oh mighty Skybreaker?” a soft chuckle following the words. The looming blurry figure approached him. His antennae trembled - who’s this, how do they know him, why are they calling him Skybreaker. He could sense a hand reaching out for him, and instinct kicked in. He squeaked furiously and leapt forwards, jagged jaws clamping down on… sturdy leather armour. Shit. What now?
Woah, woah, easy, Chaz, it’s me, it’s Eliza! Chaz’s jaws failed to even make a notable mark in her padded hoodie, and she gently lowered him back down onto the hospital bed, and after some hesitation, he let go. She stepped back a bit. “I’m sorry, I should’ve been more gentle with you, I didn’t realise you were in such a state just now.”
“But Coulter… I… he…”
“You don’t need to worry about Coulter, you’re safe here. Seb told me a couple of his men found you laying out in the field, unconscious. If you haven’t figured it out already, you’re safe and in good hands. I mean, this hospital doesn’t have any power yet but we’ve got some field technicians working on some sort of backup power supply right now, so we’ll get you warmed up in good time. No good for you to be running around in your skivvies in a New England winter, even with all that fluff on you.” Another chuckle, this one more comforting to Chaz.
“It’s good to see you again, even if the circumstances are… less than ideal for you right now.”
