allthesame2me | Entry 2 [Commentlog] Guess who's finally waking up?! 8D

[The first thing that begins to sink in past the fog of unconsciousness is the cold. Alex is chilled to the very center of his bones and he can't process why this would be. He begins to stir, grimacing at a deep settling ache that seems to cover almost every inch of his body. What had happened .. What ..

He pries his eyes open and what he finds chills his innards in a way that his surroundings haven't yet managed. He only recognized his surroundings because he'd had to retrieve frozen items for preparation in the kitchen.

Alex was lying on the floor of the cold room .. Alex was on the floor of the cold room AND couldn't remember why or how he'd gotten there.

He struggles to get up off the floor and it's about that time that he realizes that he's not simply stiff from the cold, but because he's also covered in injuries. The only thing that possibly kept him from bleeding to death was the chill of the room slowing his blood flow. He groans, his breath escaping in a burst of warm air that fogs before him.

He grunts and slowly begins the process of cataloging his injuries, noting with a definite and sobering certainty that his healing abilities are not merely slowed here at the Keep, but seemingly non-existent.

~ slice to the rib area from Trial has been reopened (Headsman originally, Kevas renewed)
~ clean slice down his left hip (Auron)
~ slice above the right eye and hardcore swelling/ black eye (Kevas/Auron)
~ minor concussion (Auron)
~ broken nose (idek, but pretty sure Auron, lol)
~ slashes down and across back (Kevas)
~ burn marks across his lower back area (Sollux)
~ bruising around throat (Sollux)
~ internal bleeding (combined efforts, but Kevas did a good number)
~ assorted small cuts (Nepeta and others)
~ general ass kickedness and bruising all over body (everyone involved that put up a fight)]

Not .. good ..

[The words grate out past lips that have begun to lose their color. With the help of the shelves on either side of him, Alex finally manages to regain his feet. He is shivering uncontrollably at this point as his body temperature begins to finally drop. He tends to run hotter than a normal human, but even he can't fight off the cold indefinitely .. especially when injured and unmistakeably nude.

He stumbles his way to the door of the cold room and falls heavily into it with a loud *THUNK*, gasping in pain as his left leg nearly gives out. He can feel blood caked all over himself, hair matted and sticky with it and the chill of being frozen, but there is no way of knowing what is his and what could belong to someone else ..

Someone else .. oh God ..

Though Alex cannot remember what happened after the moon turned, he knows he didn't make it out of the Keep in time. The blood that covered his shivering form was undoubtedly not his own .. if he'd bitten someone or left someone injured .. or, God help him, dead ..

He raises a shaking right hand, his left covering his pain jarred ribs, and pounds weakly on the inside of the door. There is no way to open the cold room from the inside and he's uncertain how long, lycanthrope or not, he can survive inside without medical aide.]

Hello .. anyone ..

[His voice is weak and he can't seem to call any louder than he already is. He couples every other word with a thump against the door, too cold and hurt to even feel fear just yet.]

Any .. one .. please ..

[He has no way of knowing that it was Auron that trapped him in here or that he left a handwritten note that read 'fiend inside, open with caution' on the outside of the door. He has no journal, no clothing and no other way to contact anyone outside of the cold room. He is completely and totally alone and at the mercy of anyone that might happen to hear him.]

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[It's a wonder this man is alive at all.

Sycora goes through the process again on Alex's leg: pinch together, heal the wound. It's a severe would that will leave some nasty scars - sorry, Alex. Modeling might not be in your future anymore.

When she's done with it, she sits down on the stool again and pinches the bridge of her nose. Unfortunate that she smears blood on her face, but such is life.]

You hurt anywhere else?

[She'd be a little more eloquent, but she hasn't got the mood or the energy.]

[He feels much the same, Sycora, and although he was not at all thrilled to wake in the cold room, it more than like saved his life. He remains a good patient, not moving while she finishes working on the last of his wounds.

Yes the pinching of his wounds closed hurt like a bitch and yes he would scar because of this, but he was alive and that was more than he could have hoped for after waking. He'd worry about modeling if and when he ever got back home again..

When Sycora pulls her hands away and pinches the bridge of her nose, clearly drained, Alex looks at her in concern. He shakes his head without hesitation when she asks about other wounds.]

Just knocked around in general.. bruises and the like. Nothing that can't heal on it's own, doc.

[He's sitting up now and reaches a steadying hand for her shoulder, squeezing lightly as he searches her face.]

Are you alright?

[She nods.]

I'll be fine.

[She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and throws a look at Alex.]

But what the hell happened to you?

[Alex studies her face a moment more, seeing the weariness there. However, extra sensory abilities aside, he has no kind of telepathy any sort and in the end must trust what she tells him. He nods and shifts so he is leaning back against the wall, shifting one blanket over his shoulders while the other pools in his lap.

He is still achy, and knows well enough that this will fade on its own in a few days. He has nothing to complain about, though, knowing perfectly well that he'd be dead right now if not for the intervention of Xanth and Sycora.

At her question he leans forward a bit and moves to run a hand through his hair, the motion stilted when finding it tangled and dirty. God, he felt gross. He was in sore need of a bath .. and some of those delightful perfumed oils he'd found.]

I'm not sure, doc .. [He looks at her apologetically, shaking his head once as his hands fall to his lap and he pulls pieces of fuzz off the blanket there.] I can't remember the specifics .. everything goes blank after I started shifting.

[His brows then knit together sharply, falling to the inevitable now that he's not dying. He looks up at Sycora, his expression reflecting his concern and the nausea suddenly rolling through his stomach.]

I can't remember what I did .. I .. I think I hurt someone ..

[SURPRISE, SYCORA!! LET'S BE BESTIES NOW!! I'LL BREAK THINGS AND YOU CAN FIX 'EM!! :D :D :D]

[The moment Alex mentions shifting, Sycora's brown knits into a frown. She tries not to jump to conclusions - there were many shifters in the Keep. A surprisingly large amount, in fact. It's likely that the shifter that rampaged had attacked Alex, too.

Unless he was the shifter.

Her tone is carefully measured as she next speaks.]

Who do you think you hurt?

[Alex doesn't really see that brow furrowing, too lost in his own thoughts. When she speaks, however, it's enough to pull him out of it and he looks up at her with blue-green eyes that are anything but pleased.

Shaking his head once, he replies softly, but loud enough to be heard clearly.]

I .. I don't know. I can shift freely for the most part, but once a moon cycle, on the full moon .. [He swallows around the acidic burn suddenly rising to his throat.] I can't control my shifting on the full moon and when I do shift, I lose any control over myself that I maintain when I choose to change form.

[His gaze never wavers from her own, but his brows knit.]

I never have any memory of what I do on the full moon. I was at the thermal pools .. I-I tried to make it out of the Keep on time, but I don't think I did .. I wouldn't have been in the cold room; not unless someone trapped me in there. [He looks down at the blood covering his body and encrusted under his nails.] I don't think this is all mine..

[A shifter. Thermal pools. Attacks.

All the pieces fall into place before Sycora's eyes. He is the one who attacked Isabella, Sollux, and possibly others.

Sycora draws herself up to stand.]

Deior will know if you've hurt someone. Get some rest - you're going to need it.

[She can't help the edge of ice that sneaks into her tone.]

[Yeah, it's all falling into place now isn't it, Sycora? :D Don't worry; he can't remember how good Nepeta tasted .. but it was REALLY good! Like dashed hopes and dreams. NOMNOMNOM

Alex's gaze follow the doctor as her expression flattens and she rises to her feet. He catches the change in tone and frowns slightly, both at the tone and at the note that Deior will know who he's hurt.

Not particularly the way he was hoping to find out, you know?]

Right .. Thanks for patching me up, doc ..

[He's suddenly really wondering who he attacked.]

You're welcome.

[He's really not.

Sycora walks over to one of the doors and pulls it open. Before she steps through, she pauses.]

I'm going to clean up. You need something, call.

[Though she'd rather not attend to Alex's needs.]

Entry 2 [Commentlog] Guess who's finally waking up?! 8D

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