trans_9 | There's got to be a morning after [VERY OPEN]

It took a few moments for any thoughts to register for Steve when he opened his eyes. He recognized the inside of a quarantine bubble, that was for sure, but it took him longer to recognize the medical equipment hooked up to him, an IV in his arm and bandages wrapped around his bare shoulder and in a few other spots.

It didn't take long to recognize the feeling of having been run over by a truck, either. Every bone in his body ached, and even the slightest movement made him want to groan. It felt like he'd been asleep for a month-- a dreamless sleep, preceded by blurry, disconnected memories of what felt like a dream.

Memories of something he desperately, desperately hoped was just a dream. He had a sinking feeling it wasn't and part of him knew it to be the truth. But desperately hoping was the only way he could keep himself from screaming, which would hurt, so he'd keep on with that desperate hope anyway.

Steve lay awake and stared at the ceiling. Maybe if he stayed quiet they'd think he was still asleep, and he could put the truth and all the fear and sorrow that came with it off a while longer.

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"I guess." Another quick scrub to get rid of the last of the tears, and he let out a heavy breath to try and calm himself down.

"You know, if anybody ever offers to let your skeleton change shape twice in one day? Tell them no. Because it really goddamn hurts."

Luke couldn't help a chuckle, even though he winced in sympathy at just the thought. He remembered that even just going through adolescence itself could be physically painful, and that there had been times when he'd been incredibly gawky and not used to the length of his own limbs, and having to deal both with growing and potential rearrangement of one's bones was inconceivable.

"I'll be sure to remember that. Need me to see if I can rustle up anything for pain?"

Steve winced and squirmed a little bit in place, trying to get comfortable when it felt like he'd been steamrolled and then forcefully twisted back to normal. "Yeah, if you can? They gave me something for it but I don't think painkillers work when your everything hurts."

"If you want, I can put you into a healing trance again," Luke suggested helpfully. "It might help a little more."

He squirmed again. "Yeah, that might be good... but not for like, three days this time, okay?" That had been creepy. Not that he didn't need it at the time, but he'd already been knocked out for an extended period of time recently and didn't feel like a repeat.

"And if you do you have to make sure to tell the doctors so they don't think I just died."

There's got to be a morning after [VERY OPEN]

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