A/N: I do not own Aurora Cycle or the characters.
Aurora
Hazy figures swim around me. A pair of violet eyes, desperately looking for something.
"Zila!" The violet eyes yell, looking up. "She's alive!"
Running footsteps, but I don't care. I just... want... sleep...
"Stay awake." An authoritative voice commands.
"Are you talking to yourself, Tyler?" That voice is sarcastic. "You look like you're asleep on your feet."
"Am not!" The... Tyler snaps back. "You try piloting a crumpled pod through space!"
"I did!" The sarcastic one retorts. "I crashed my entire freaking ship into the Weapon to help Auri win over creepy weirdo! Nice cape, though."
A snarl rips through the air from violet eyes. "Save your bickering for a time when Aurora is not dying."
"But Aurora is always dying." The sarcastic one whines, but I can hear undercurrents of concern in his tone.
"Fin!" Someone else says, worried.
"Sorry, sorry." Fin mutters.
"How bad?" That's violet eyes... to the quiet one.
The quiet one... Zila speaks fast, as if she's running out of time. "Redirecting the Weapon sapped all of her energy. Many lacerations and cuts, and she's bleeding out. No less than twelve ribs are broken and other bones as well, and there are also sprains. By some miracle, her spine was spared. She has minutes if she falls asleep naturally. If she goes into cryosleep, she might have a chance."
As soon as that is said, my feet disappear from the ground and I'm held against something strong. Hard. Safe.
People tell me to keep my eyes open, stay awake, but I don't want to.
I close my eyes, and finally, finally slip into blissful sleep.
