Deckerd's optics flickered as his systems turned over and started to gently hum. The slack, pained fall of his mouth twitched along with his fingers, and he made a small noise as his optics flickered again before catching and brightening to life.
Deckerd looked up at Gunmax and Six, and for a long moment that lasted a thousand years and three seconds, he did nothing more than look. Then his mouth moved, but all that came out was noises. Parts of words that didn't make sense mixed with static.
Everything was coming to him through a fog, but he was becoming increasingly aware that he was confused, and that he was unhappy. Something was wrong, something was-
"He told me, you know. He told me about you in his universe. How he lost you. How you lost Yuuta. He has nightmares and hallucinations about you. And you know the worst part, Deckerd? He told m-"
Deckerd's vents whined as he started to vent fast and harshly. He didn't know why he was here, why he was on his back on the floor with his head in Gunmax's lap with Six bent over him, why he couldn't talk or why his limbs weren't responding properly when he tried to move, but he'd hurt Yuuta he'd killed Yuuta, he'd-
Deckerd reached up a shaking hand for Gunmax, but the first words he managed to say over the comms weren't about him at all the way he'd intended. Instead, he slurred in a faint, stumbling voice, ::I'm still charging, I need more time.::
Gunmax caught Deckerd's hand, pressing the back of it to his mouth. He might have sobbed, but it was trapped behind his teeth and swallowed down so he didn't distress Deckerd further. "Hey, patokaa. Hey there." He squeezed his hand and kissed Deckerd's knuckles gently. "Yeah I bet you need more time. You gave me quite the scare there."
He flicked his gaze up to Six as Six wound up the cables. "Well?"
"Scans are coming back as clean as they could be. He needs rest, and probably some therapy. He'll be confused for a bit, probably a bit slower than normal. His systems are going to be rebooting for a while," Six said softly. He slipped the chip back into his pocket and tucked the tablets back into his bag. "He's going to be okay, Gunmax."
Gunmax bent over Deckerd and pressed his mouth against Deckerd's knuckles again, whispering a thankful prayer to a God he wasn't sure he totally believed in. "Let's... Let's go get you to a berth, yeah, Deckerd? That way you can rest."
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Date: 2024-08-27 07:42 pm (UTC)Deckerd looked up at Gunmax and Six, and for a long moment that lasted a thousand years and three seconds, he did nothing more than look. Then his mouth moved, but all that came out was noises. Parts of words that didn't make sense mixed with static.
Everything was coming to him through a fog, but he was becoming increasingly aware that he was confused, and that he was unhappy. Something was wrong, something was-
"He told me, you know. He told me about you in his universe. How he lost you. How you lost Yuuta. He has nightmares and hallucinations about you. And you know the worst part, Deckerd? He told m-"
Deckerd's vents whined as he started to vent fast and harshly. He didn't know why he was here, why he was on his back on the floor with his head in Gunmax's lap with Six bent over him, why he couldn't talk or why his limbs weren't responding properly when he tried to move, but he'd hurt Yuuta he'd killed Yuuta, he'd-
Deckerd reached up a shaking hand for Gunmax, but the first words he managed to say over the comms weren't about him at all the way he'd intended. Instead, he slurred in a faint, stumbling voice, ::I'm still charging, I need more time.::
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Date: 2024-08-27 07:58 pm (UTC)Gunmax caught Deckerd's hand, pressing the back of it to his mouth. He might have sobbed, but it was trapped behind his teeth and swallowed down so he didn't distress Deckerd further. "Hey, patokaa. Hey there." He squeezed his hand and kissed Deckerd's knuckles gently. "Yeah I bet you need more time. You gave me quite the scare there."
He flicked his gaze up to Six as Six wound up the cables. "Well?"
"Scans are coming back as clean as they could be. He needs rest, and probably some therapy. He'll be confused for a bit, probably a bit slower than normal. His systems are going to be rebooting for a while," Six said softly. He slipped the chip back into his pocket and tucked the tablets back into his bag. "He's going to be okay, Gunmax."
Gunmax bent over Deckerd and pressed his mouth against Deckerd's knuckles again, whispering a thankful prayer to a God he wasn't sure he totally believed in. "Let's... Let's go get you to a berth, yeah, Deckerd? That way you can rest."