[ Lantar drifts through the hall as he finishes zipping up his tunic, watching confused looking people in hospital gowns go by. His throat is sore and the bandages around his own neck were just a little too tight, but he puts it out of his mind for the time being in favor of a more pressing concern.
It's happening again. First time of the month, just like last time and he's... pretty sure none of the faces here are familiar.
How many times has this happened before? The doctors certainly hadn't seemed too surprised. They'd been more concerned about the fact that he was a Turian than they had been about the fact that there seemed to be a bunch of amnesiacs running around suddenly. In fact, they'd just giving him a stern talk about taking better care of himself this time as if he hadn't just woken from-
From-
He stops suddenly, claws digging into his scarf and into his palms.
Fortunately, he doesn't really have a moment to dwell over it because that's about the point where a short, blonde human runs face-first into his back. ]
Shit- [ he starts, automatically, reaching out to try and stop her from falling over. ] Fuck- Sorry. You alright?
hospital
It's happening again. First time of the month, just like last time and he's... pretty sure none of the faces here are familiar.
How many times has this happened before? The doctors certainly hadn't seemed too surprised. They'd been more concerned about the fact that he was a Turian than they had been about the fact that there seemed to be a bunch of amnesiacs running around suddenly. In fact, they'd just giving him a stern talk about taking better care of himself this time as if he hadn't just woken from-
From-
He stops suddenly, claws digging into his scarf and into his palms.
Fortunately, he doesn't really have a moment to dwell over it because that's about the point where a short, blonde human runs face-first into his back. ]
Shit- [ he starts, automatically, reaching out to try and stop her from falling over. ] Fuck- Sorry. You alright?