He's dead. He knows he's dead, he's died before. This is what dying feels like. This drifting, hazy sort of floating before his mind finally shuts down and he's gone. It's a numbing sense of feeling, save for the beatbeat of something pounding on him. Vaguely he thinks his true subconscious sounds like a woman's desperate sobbing.
Henry is going to have to notify his father. And Abby…it won't be a large funeral. Which is good. Not too many people to miss him, then.
"Will…Will…" his mind is calling out to him. Let go? No. It sounds too desperate. He wades in the murk, trying to find it. To get it to quiet down. It will be alright. Everything hurts so much now but in a few minutes it will be painless.
"Will…"
It sounds too familiar to him, he can't quite place it though. The voice is brighter, even…that throws him off.
The sharp pain going into his heart is a surprise, too. Last insult before death everything hurts so much—
He's alive. Not dead. Very much alive and the noises he's hearing come from a fuzzy, brunette angel blocking too bright light from his eyes. It drudges on be he sees her. Magnus. He takes a deep breathe and his ribs scream a moment but allow it.
"Welcome back, William." warmth, her hands on either side of his face. In the corner of his eye he can see the dark trail of blood coming from her arm. That's not right.
"Helen." of course Tesla, too. "You're going to regret that."
A vampire's frown is nothing, but split between him and handing her a strip of gauze she presses to her arm. Magnus has done something. Will rolls his shoulders back experimentally, turns his head. He can read the labels of the bottles on the tray beside him. A wary hand reaches up to his face…he's not wearing his glasses. Surely he'd not left his contacts in…"Will."
Helen is perched on the side of the bed, taking his hand. Hold it tight. He hums, he's never hummed before, and he looks at her. "I know it might seem a little drastic now…but…you'll get used to it."
Used to what? He still doesn't—"Fifty years down the line and you might even thank me."
Oh. Oh. Oh.
The blood on her arm. His eyes. No death. Tesla. He gets it. It all becomes to painfully aware he should have noticed immediately. But he still has to ask. "What did you do to me?"
"I needed you, Dr. Zimmerman. So I did what I had to."
