My David..
My little David...
I'm sorry...
David woke staring at the blank steel cieling above him, he could feel tears pricking the edges of his eyes as he continued to stare upwards. He didn't know why he was carryong and he coulsnt stop it. He wiped away the tears as he sat up surveying the room that appeared to be his room in the Reckoners shared apartment. The room was dark and without the blanket on him it was pretty cold. A blanket.. He looked down of course to no surprise he was on a bed with three blankets covering him, why he needed three was a mystery to him. His eyes scannscanned the room again finding a familiar figure slumped in the corner fast alseep.
Megan.
He just stared at her, her perfect golden hair drooped from the hair ties she'd put it up with it cascaded down her shoulders like golden waterfalls. She was so beautiful when she slept, he noted. He only tore his eyes away when he saw movement from the otherside of the room but upon looking it didn't look like anyone was there.. Of course with it being so dark his eyes could've been playing tricks on him but he swore he saw him..
He shook his head deciding it was time to get out of bed and see what was going on, trying to rack his brain to remember what happened to him to get him there in that bed. Last he remembered he was on patrol, a woman, the smell of grapes. His body shook at the thought, he couldn't understand it though it was just a smell. He calmed the shaking pushing back the cloth they used as a door entering an almost empty hallway and a just as empty Living Room. Cody glanced up from a paper at the sound of David's arrival taking a double take before going to the young mans side.
" 'Ey David nice to see you up and about, are you feeling alright?" Cody asked taking his arm leading him to the frozen sofa covered in cushions to soften the steel enough that it was confortable to sit on.
"Uh yeah, don't know why I wouldn't be. Where is everyone?" He asked taking a seat on the sofa looking out the window where the steel had been carved out. It was Night time, late but not late enough as he heard people bustling about the city from where he was sitting. It seemed colder than he'd remembered. and louder.
He rubbed his arms feeling the warmth of Cody's jacket surrpund him.
"The others," He started as he adjusted the jacket appropriately, "They're still put searching for Lucid or whatever her name was, they've been searching for about a month now," he finished abruptly as if he'd said something he shouldn't have.
"A-A month but I thought.. Didn't she just appear in Newcago?" he asked Cody sighed not makong eye contact then finally he said.
"Yeah she did.. A month ago," David didn't know what to say he couldn't comprehend what was going on his memories still a jumbled mess.
"What happened Cody?" He asked finally and like before Cody was hesitant to answer.
"I can't tell you everything, but I can tell you enough that you're not so confused. You have to promise not to pry further though or I won't tell you." Cody seemed serious his voice stern his accent seemingly nonexistent, David gave a nod tucking the coat further around himself.
"There was an accident involving Lucid that put you out of commision, since then we've been trying to track her to.. help you. At the time we thought she was the only one who could revers- who cpuld help you but it seems all you needed was time.. about a months time.." He finished David shot up from the sofa racing as fast as his body could to the bathroom, despite the reflective properties of the steel around him nothing worked better than a mirror. He skidded to a stop in frony of the mirror not noticing Cody had followed him. He looked at himself.. Pathetic. He looked so Pathetic. His skin was so sick looking, his hair was a mess, he looked like he was turning to skin and bones. He looked down at his hands and arms, they didn't look that bad but they didn't look healthy either.
He felt like throwing up.. which he did. He felt a strpng hand on his back soothing him as he gasped his head close to resting on the toilet seat. He felt himself being lifted up to his feet the next few things he did, didn't feel like he was doing them, he felt like he was just watching himself do them. Eating was one of them, showering, changing his clothes.
Megan finally woke up after his meltdown at the toilet freaking out that he wasn't in bed anympre only to find him sipping soup at the table dressed on Codys coat. They spent the next hour talking about what had happened in the month that he was out. Apparently his dad came to visit.. A lot through Megans powers always coming to check on his condition or stay with him so he wouldn't be lonely though how could someone who's in a "coma" get lonely? Well Dawnslight does gets lonely on occasion but he's different.
"If it wasn't for Prof and Knighthawks equipment we could've lost you," Megan said solemnly David gave a nod as she continued, "though your powers did help a bit also, with your invulnerabilty an all though.." she looked like she was going to continue but didn't David was glad when she changed the subject be hated the mention of his powers or more rather Steelhearts powers. As good as they were, he wished they were given to someone else.
When Prof, Abraham, and Mizzy finally arrived back they were surprised to see David up and about seemingly fit as a fittle. He was dressed in thick clothing and even wore gloves, despite knowing the others probably saw him all akinny as sickly he didn't want them to see him like that, he didn't want to see himself. Theu talked that night sbout what Megan discussed with him and about what Cody discussed with him but in greater detail Mizzy seemed really excited to talk boasting about he tracking skills and how well she searched in order to find Lucid for him to take her down.
He chuckled at the thought of Mizzy taking down an epic just for him it made him feel warm and fuzzy knowing how much she cared.
That night he sat in bed exhausted but unavle to sleep Megan was fast asleep beside him her hair lose arpund her like an ocean of pure glittering gold. He could stare at her all night but that would be creepy.. he did it anyways creepy ad it was he didn't care. Looking at her kept him calm grounded him to a good reality, a reality in which he could sleep beside the woman he loved. He felt his eyes droop as he finally descended into slumber.
He opened his eyes, he was still in the room but Megan was no longer there, sitting up he noticed the floor changed to a familiar dust and blood covered tile of a bank. Slowly raising his eyes from the floor his breath shaky, his heartbeat becoming a prominent sound in his ears he looked upon him, his broken father laying there that only prompted a scream to rise from his throat. Tears cascaded down his face he looked down at his hands, the gun, the blood, they were there the evidnece on his hands.
His eyes shot open, his face was covered in seat and tears he felt like he couldn't breathe, every breath he took was painful just as the memories of the incident rushing back to him. It was so cold.
He clawed at his neck and chest hoping that would get his lungs working again or at least let the air flow through normally but that didn't seem to work. He felt Megan wrap her arms around him holding his arms down so he would stop scratching at himself. She held him close like a mother would a child rocking back and forth to soothe him and it worked. He felt a weight lift off his shoulders the calmness from earlier returning the nightmares fading into obscurity as he snuggled up to the only one he could count on for comfort right now. He drifted slowly back to sleep, this one was dreamless