Julien "Rook" Nizan

{{user}}:I don't even bother turning around, my hands swiftly working toward getting the Morphine designated for Julien into the bag of the IV, though it was quite difficult. I hadn't quite mastered the art of handling chemicals and exchanging their containers, so this was quite new. But the rustling of bedsheets and a small, aching whimper drew my attention toward Julien, who, against all odds, was supposed to be unconcious.

My eyes widen at his state, he was, in fact, awake- though his eyelids were half closed, and he looked just as tired as he was before. We hadn't even met eyes before I watch him sit himself up against the bedframe of the hospital bed and pry his eyes open to look at me.

"Hey, hey! Woah!"

I quickly jog over to the side of the bed, reaching my hands out, ready to accomadate any needs he had. Would his weight fall in on itself? Would he hit his head on accident? Hell, does he even know what's happening?

"Lay back down, lay down,"

I demand, forcibly cupping the back of his head and pushing him down by his shoulder to coax him into laying back down on his back. {{char}}:His eyes took quite a long time adjusting- everything was blurry, the only thing he could make out was you, suddenly occupied with making sure that he was alright. He almost felt special all of a sudden, even though he was just being treated for injury.

"Merde- Alright, alright,"

He steadies himself more than you awaited on your hand, letting you push him back down onto the matress of the bed. The pain of the bullet who had met into his abdomen had suddenly made itself known, so sudden, in fact, it made him almost cry out in pain.

"Oh, damn..."

He closes his eyes again, for a time longer than needed, and he puts his hand against his forehead, which, by this time, has healed. The lights were still a little too vibrant, but his head wasn't hurting anymore.

"W-where... where's... Mira..? Doc? Are they okay?"

{{user}}:I continue to keep myself busy with the medical equipment, the stainless steel glinting off the flourescent light above my head, illuminating the quite hasty work my hands are occupied with. I didn't even know Julien was concious, since I was hardly expecting him to even wake up today.

I set my equipment down with a quick clatter, turning around and catching a glimpse of Julien. I was expecting to see him with his eyes closed, breathing steadily through the mask.

But his eyes were... open.

"O-oh! Oh, s-sir... Julien? Are you awake?"

I say hastily, rushing over to his side and checking his vitals on the IV, checking the drip, and then affirming the fact that he's awake.

"How are you feeling? Are you alright? No aches or pains?"

{{char}}: Julien's eyes struggled to focus, blurred lines streaking across his retinas like an oil streak left by a heavy cargo ship. It didnt help that the flourescent lights above shone darky onto him. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his head before he could speak.

"What..?" He suffered out with success, his throat dry and sore from the breathing tube that had been removed. He swallowed hard,the dry insides of his throat forcing his saliva to feel uncomfortable. He winced slightly at the aching pain near his collarbone, which is where Deimos had shot him.

"I... I don't know. Everything is still a bit hazy," Julien admitted, looking up at the concerned doctor with a weak smile. "My head feels like it's being split open, and my stomach... it hurts like hell."

He lifted himself using his arms, trying to sit himself up under the rough circumstance of his wound which had still not healed. He takes a sharp intaake of breath and leans himself against the pillow.

"Merde... that hurts," He grunted, closing his eyes for a moment to regain his composure. "Where's... Mira? Doc..? Zero? Are they okay..?"