Description: Fuji wakes up in the hospital after her run-in with Vega. She meets one of the people who ended up there with her.
MYANMAR
She couldn't remember what had happened. The last thing she remembered was pushing someone out of the way, and a sudden impact. Concrete, glass, Asphalt, and an inconveniently placed car that that brought the woman to an earth shattering stop. She only remembered the impact, but anyone else who would have witnessed this would have known that only one soul could do that much damage so brutally. She didn't know where she was, really. She knew she had been moved, but she got the feeling she was no longer in China. The busy ward where she was in was flagged with many languages that she picked up on. The warmth of a overhead light awoke her. It was concentrated. She flexed uncontrollably.
Her pained groan could have filled the room..
She could barely feel her legs. She shifted. Her back was sore. The only arm she could move was her left. She must have absorbed a hell of an impact. Though she couldn't see it, she was sure the X-rays for her back looked more like a game of Jenga. She has been through this kind of pain before. This... this was different. She touched her own chest. She still had a pulse, suprisingly. Someone else had dressed her-- with hospital pajamas. These felt familiar. She kicked her feet over, and, after much attempts of sitting up, finally found her feet at the side of the bed.
And proceeded to find the floor with the rest of her body. Whatever medication she had on her IV line was yanked down on top of her.
Zach was in the room, playing Angry Birds left-handed on the pad that was doubling as his translator. Having a broken jaw and right arm meant he was not going to have deep conversations for a little while. He glances up when he hears the rattling on the other side of the curtain.
The psion slings his legs off the side of his bed, slippers making soft sounds on the tile. Zach slides the curtain aside with a slight grunt, easing around to help pick up the IV. He doesn't say anything yet; he only has the one good hand to help the young woman with.
The woman on the ground was wearing a pair of dull green hospital garb. The texture of the fabric was a lot like a set of scrubs, except with a bit more breeze in the hindquarters. She flounders on the ground, a Mess of long, midnight hair and dull green. She finally rolls over. A feeling. She could sense a familiar presence. The man she had pushed out of the way. She remembered this. He caught her when she caught a kick so awesome that Chuck Norris would have been proud. Spite his good nature, she ignored the assist to get up. Instead, like him, she used her good hand, and pulled herself up, parking herself on the visitor's chair beside her bed. Like anyone in their right mind would visit her. Her dark tresses shielded her eyes from view. She spoke then, but she wasn't looking at the man who offered his assistance.
"...I'm glad you're okay." She said in English. She had a heavy accent, but it was clearly the English language.
Zach peers at Fuji quizically, a slight frown on his face. There was... too much /noise/ since he woke up, despite the almost enforced quiet in this section of the ward. He didn't know how else to describe it really. He considers for a moment; he's not entirely sure if Fuji's eyes work the way eyes normally work.
The floundering, the dark glasses, the mess of hair that Zach remembers from the fight. Zach grunts as he lines up the facts. The frown deepens again as he sets the pad on Fuji's now empty bed. He pokes around the thing... yes. There IS a text-to-talk app in this thing. He starts typing. Slowly. Even with all of the things Zach is proficient in typing was never one of them, and now he only has the one hand.
A moment later, an obviously non-human voice responds: "I told you to run. But I am glad you are okay too."
Zach was completely correct. Fuji's eyes didn't work like everyone else's. Rather-- they didn't work at all. The other night, the dark haired woman was better groomed like this. She wore a suit. Her hair was relatively groomed. She came out of the darkness like a vampire bat waiting to to strike, but now, what Zach was witnessing was a mere husk of that woman who was the only one to fully parry a blow from the Leather Tyrant. She finally looked up towards Zach then-- or rather, her eyes finally becoming visible. They were grey. They'd be a lovely shade of grey, if they didn't have this... near haunting glaze to them.
This glance was momentary, and she found her head sinking. her IV line sputtered quietly aside her. Her whole Shoulder and Bicep region was in a cast." "I couldn't," she answered. "An enemy of my enemy is my friend." She took a slow, but needed sigh. Getting Vega'd in the throat still made it hurt to talk, even if you had healed only a little of the damaging. "...I never plan on leaving my friends behind ever again."
Zach considers his words carefully, taking in those eyes. Partly because he wants to be polite, but also partly because he has to TYPE those words. Tapping follows. The robo-voice speaks up.
"Not always true, but a worthy belief." There is a pause, more tapping. "My name is Zach Glen. It is good to have a chance to speak." More tapping. "Even if it is like this."
She extended her hand. Her only good hand. She was trying to find the source of the man to be grateful to and for-- or she would have surely died the other night. "Fuji." she answered slowly. She pushed forward again. She was visibly trying to ignore the blinding amount of pain she was in-- she wanted to stand, and she was going to stand now. Suprisingly, she makes it to her feet, though she is using her only good arm to sustain her body weight. She appeared taller the other night. Truth be told, she was kinda... well. Tiny.
"In China, I am Fan Ting Seng." Her head lifted. "I owe you my life twice over," she hesitated, slowly pronouncing his name. "Zakku Glen". Her head turned, then. "How horrible it is to see and not speak. You're lucky technology has a fix for you."
Zach winces, both from knowledge that she looked like she was in pain, but also the... the /what/? Zach both sees Fuji's obvious pain, and on another level... feels? Hears? Zach's not sure what exactly it is, but it is strange to him. Mildly intimidating, really.
He gamely rotates his left hand, awkwardly accepting the offered right gently, giving it a very gentle motion before letting go and going back to the pad. "It is nice to meet you Fuji. In America, I am called Zach. Sorry if that was weird. Broke my right arm and my jaw last night. Healing slower than I would like." Zach frowns, tapping in another message. "You should lay down. You definitely need your rest. Pride is one thing."
Zach moves to help Fuji back towards her bed, if she moves toward it. "Pride is one thing, but your health is more important."
Fortunately for Zach, Fuji seemed fated to head in that direction. Standing was one thing, but the sheer prospect of having to lay back down proved to be a daunting task. She didn't last long standing, for once she was able to, she was trying to lay back down. For a crippled person, this took a great feat of strength to do, and literally felt like an olympic acheivement. The grey eyed girl brushed her hair back, finally. Once she was back on her bed, she inadvertantly found the buttons that moved the bed. At least this way she could sit up now and still talk to the man. She brushed her hair back away from her face. She didn't realize her face was lit up marks wise like a Christmas tree. They were all small cuts, but nothing that time wouldn't heal. The haunted gaze from before remained on the woman. She was still wincing in pain, but she felt, well. Different.
...Connected? She could feel this similar aura from Zach she felt from Vega-- weaker, but similar. "...You're different from the others I've met." she said slowly. "I don't know what it is, though." She weezed.
Zach studies Fuji very carefully, then grunts again. He pats Fuji reassuringly, the takes up the pad again. "That is a conversation we can have after we both have had rest," the robo-voice says. "Preferably when I can actually speak instead of using this damn thing."
Zach reaches for the pager, summoning an orderly, before pulling up a chair. He won't go back to his bed for the moment, opting to provide the young lady with some company. He loads up Angry Birds again, and muddles his way through some levels. He awaits for the orderly, eventually dozing off in the chair. Apparently he was more worn out than he let on.
Log created on 21:24:36 03/13/2012 by Zach, and last modified on 23:13:00 03/13/2012.