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V slowly rose into a world full of pain. He quickly realized that he was moving; ordering his body into action, he was shocked when it didn't respond. He had been hurt far worse before, and feared himself paralyzed. He then tried to get his eyes open, but found himself completely incapable of all movement. His heart speeding up, he concentrated on listening. Hearing nothing but the footsteps of the person pushing him, he dimly wondered where he was. His sense of smell had been all but obliterated from the explosion at Lark Hill, leaving him with only his thoughts. The sudden shock of hitting doors caused his entire body to pulse in pain, distracting him from dark thoughts. "Ah, hello there old boy." His mind relaxing instantly, he wished he could greet the man that had just spoken. "Now, let's see what you've done to yourself this time. Nicholas, be a good boy and fetch me my equipment." The shuffling of feet told V everything.
Mustering everything he could, he opened his eyes to the blinding light of the hospital table. Tracking the middle-aged man that was examining his shoulder, he felt his lips twitch at the foul curses he was muttering about Norsefire. "I see our attitude has not gotten better Doctor?" Jumping back, the man clutched his chest. "V, how many time have I told you not to scare me! One of these days I am going to have a hear attack." Quiet chuckling from behind had both men looking. Green eyes met black as a flurry of emotions erupted in V. Reaching out a scarred hand, the young man was quick to grab it. "Nick." "Brother." A crooked smile graced V's face as his hand was gently placed down by his side. He only half listened to the doctor as he explained what he was going to do, thinking more about how much his brother had grown up.
V was the youngest of three. None of them had been twins, but each one had looked all most exactly like the other. Nicholas was the middle son, and was mercifully untouched by Norsefire. His dark eyes matched his hair, with nicely tanned skin. He was a couple of inches shorter than V, had a little bit more bone mass to him, and a slightly deeper voice, other than that, they were the same. V had saved him, just as he had been saved by him. He closed his eyes, remembering the night he had unknowingly saved Nicholas from Lark Hill. 'He was in the armored vehicle for prisoners, remember? The only survivor.' He quickly pushed away those kinds of thoughts as he'd end up recalling all of that night, and he did not want to remember the death of Conrad.
An ache blossomed in his chest at the thought of his fallen brother. They were both supposed to escape from that hell, but a guard had to come and foul everything up. The doctor paused in administering a sedative to V as he lunged out, grabbing his brother's jacket, jerking it towards him. "I need you to do me a favor." His brother's eyes darkened, knowing he probably wouldn't like it. "I need you to look after a young lady for me, Evey Hammond… She's… important to me." A fine black eyebrow arched in silent question as he studied his brother. Finding his answer deep within emerald eyes, he place a hand on his good shoulder. "Don't let him die doctor."
Watching Nicholas grab his coat and stride out of the room, he sank back as the doctor went to work. "Now V, no hurting me when you wake up just because I stuck you with this needle." V glared at the doctor as he was given the drugs. Struggling to give him an argument, he slowly sank into darkness, praying Evey and Nicholas would be all right.
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