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Neil Mackay ([personal profile] withoutahammer) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs 2017-04-28 06:49 am (UTC)

open; april 25, 26 and onward

Neil hadn't had much of a chance to see what was coming for him. He'd heard something strange and turned to see a blur of smoke that felt like it slammed into his chest like a freight train, and then he was falling-

falling-

-landing on the stony beach of Dieppe, with all those rocks that had bogged down the tanks and now they held him down so he couldn't move, the sky slate-grey above him and Tom- almost within arm's reach, if he could move his arms, his jumper stained with blood-

-he didn't know how long he lay there, breath coming in ragged gasps that seemed to take more effort every time.

Eventually there was just darkness, and then flickers of lucidity, realizing that no- he wasn't back at Dieppe, that was a dream, he was- wherever they were. And then he slept again and woke, looking around for Aurora or Harry-

He didn't regain real consciousness until the day after that, though it felt longer. There was pain, but worse than that was the weakness- he could barely hold his head up, or lift his own arms. Every failed attempt to sit up was met with a growl, and anyone trying to look after him wouldn't get much better. Neil was a terrible patient.

[so Neil was severely injured on the 24th, spent that day completely unconscious, the 25th sliding back and forth (if you were taking care of him he probably called you Aurora, Alfred, Harry, or Tom while he was awake), and the 26th brings him back to full, cranky life. He's not fully interactive until the 26th but if you want to visit him on the 25th and get some half-conscious hallucination action, feel free!]

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