![]() ![]() He notices something beyond his immediate focus, something that wasn’t there before. He peers closer at the hem of his glove to the body of the suit, compares it to collar, belt, and boots, all of which are the same eye-wateringly bright white. He’s still wearing his embarrassingly tacky jumpsuit, but… its colors have inverted? Black gloves are now a white so bright to make his eyes hurt if he looks too closely the white of his upper arm is now a black so dark it seems to suck the diffuse white light coming from-his gloves? Are his gloves glowing? Something catches his eye, weird enough to slow his scrambling. Where is he, where is this, what is this, he’s falling, is he falling, he can’t tell if he’s falling. ![]() “What-augh -AAA-!” And other similarly useful comments sputter out of him while he flails around like a drowning man for a while, clawing around in a blind panic and catching purchase on a big heaping pile of zilch. “Uh,” he repeats with more appropriate panic. All he can tell for sure is that he’s floating in empty space. He squints around harder, trying to make sense of all this too-bright green and backlit black. There’s nothing under him to brace against. ![]() He tries to brace himself despite his soreness, to sit up and rub the bleariness out of his eyes, but he sort of-wobbles, instead. He’s more concerned about how there’s no answer anyway. His voice comes out in a low croak weird to his ears in a way he doesn’t know what to think of, so he doesn’t. He swallows, grimacing at the dry click of his throat and the way his chapped lips stick when he opens his mouth. He stills, takes shallow breaths, reluctantly cracks his eyes open.Īll he sees is broad, smeary strokes of greens, unnaturally bright on a gloaming backdrop deepening to blacks and violets. He doesn’t know what he’s laying on but at least it doesn’t feel like the cold tile floor of the lab. The instinctive curling up in wordless protest to this whole ‘being awake’ thing hurts more. The first thing he’s aware of is being sore, more sore than he can ever remember being in his life. What does he do to try to get count: 5,498Ĭonsidering just how hard he got pitched out of consciousness before this, it’s kind of a relief. Prompt from After the accident, Danny is stuck on the wrong side of the now broken portal. ![]()
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