I'm a sucker for whump from the whumpee's pov, so I thought why not churn out another sos part 2 fic. I wrote this last night whilst half asleep, because that's when I write my best stuff for some reason, so if this doesn't make sense then that was probably the idea all along ^^;
It was a mixture of fear and pain that lurched him awake.
He knew he had something to be afraid of, but couldn't remember what. When his heavy eyelids opened, it was eerily calm around him. Quiet. Like everything had stopped for a moment.
Then the pain flooded in.
Everything was burning and bright.
He blinked sluggishly until a thought broke through the agony.
Help.
He needed help.
His gaze hazily focused on the console across from him. It looked wrong, like it was upside down, but he still managed to identify the buttons he needed. He just needed to press them.
He reached for the buttons, but he was too far. He had to drag his screaming body across the cracked glass until he was close enough.
He just about remembered the sequence, but he was sure that was just muscle memory from all the times they had practised this.
Though no one had needed to use it before.
One. Two. Three clicks of a button.
He knew the signal had gone through, but he couldn't wait for the response. Every ounce of his strength had gone into such a simple task, and he couldn't even catch himself before his broken body slumped against his broken bird.
There were noises. Voices. He knew someone was talking by the way the muffled sounds changed to create words, though they were words he could not understand.
It was like when he was submerged underwater, but could hear the noises above. He knew they were there, but didn't care enough to rise above the surface to find out what was happening.
This time he cared. This time he wanted to know, but no matter how hard he tried, his body refused to listen. Not even an eyelid could creep open.
He was out again before he even knew it.
When he did finally manage to open his eyes, he wished he didn't.
Everything was moving so fast above him. Lights flashed and the blurs of movement around him made him feel dizzy.
He didn't know what was happening. He was scared and confused and in pain and he just wanted to go home.
There was something tight around his neck and all he knew was that he wanted it off. He tried to lift a hand, but wasn't prepared for the pain that would cause.
He wanted to cry out at one of the blurs around him to alert them of his pain, to hope that they could make it stop, but he barely felt a bubble of noise escape his throat.
A bright light was suddenly right in his eyes and he wanted to shy away from it, but still he could not move. The only thing he could rely on was sealing his lids shut once more to block it out.
The next time he woke, it was to the same muffled sounds as before.
This time he didn't want to try opening his eyes for fear that it would be just as bright and dizzying as before.
But this felt different. The sounds were hushed, even through the water. His eyes were shut, but through the lids he could tell it wasn't so bright.
He took a risk and peeked his eyes open just enough to see where he was now.
Still, his surroundings were a blur, but now the haze was made up of colourful blobs. Red and blue and green and purple. Pink.
Something about it seemed familiar, so he took a further risk and put more of his strength into blinking the world back into focus.
With each sluggish lift of his eyelids, things became more detailed. Now he could make out more than just colours, but also patterns. Faces.
One of the faces moved as a garbled string of words left its mouth. He still had no idea what it was saying, but it was the features that hovered above him that he was focused on. He knew them. He recognised them.
Something else was said and Gordon suddenly felt like he needed to say something in return, but still his throat refused to cooperate.
So he did what he could do, now that the pain and fear were gone.
He smiled.
