[ he hates being sick. but this illness has been unlike anything he's experienced before. spending the last week trapped in hallucinatory hell, relieving memories he would rather forget, trapped in something he can't control or choose... whatever this was, it couldn't end soon enough.
but one day, when he woke up, his fever felt gone. he felt like he was in a calm state of mind for the first time in weeks, and he exhales, slowly but surely. relieved, to feel coherent and conscious. it was the middle of the night, pitch black in their room, but lighting a torch should be sufficient to light the room . . .
he shifts, sitting up, blinking repeatedly to try and get his eyes adjusted to the light. but it's still darkness, and he frowns to himself, unease beginning to edge into the corners of his mind. a certain familiar fear, in his stomach, but roy quells it. it's just dark outside. but soon, he hears the chirping of birds outside of the window. birds, he's since learned, come out in the early hours of the morning.
five minutes later, riza gets a voice message. roy meant it to be video, but this works all the same. and there's no voice, no sound of roy, but a series of tapping. urgent, but practiced. morse code, but not. a code that only she knows. each statement punctuated by two taps to signify the beginning of a new sentence. ]
W-H-E-R-E-A-R-E-Y-O-U
[ tap. tap. ]
H-E-L-P
[ tap. tap. and, a hesitation, before the last part. ]
( voice ) backdated to about idk four days ago.
but one day, when he woke up, his fever felt gone. he felt like he was in a calm state of mind for the first time in weeks, and he exhales, slowly but surely. relieved, to feel coherent and conscious. it was the middle of the night, pitch black in their room, but lighting a torch should be sufficient to light the room . . .
he shifts, sitting up, blinking repeatedly to try and get his eyes adjusted to the light. but it's still darkness, and he frowns to himself, unease beginning to edge into the corners of his mind. a certain familiar fear, in his stomach, but roy quells it. it's just dark outside. but soon, he hears the chirping of birds outside of the window. birds, he's since learned, come out in the early hours of the morning.
five minutes later, riza gets a voice message. roy meant it to be video, but this works all the same. and there's no voice, no sound of roy, but a series of tapping. urgent, but practiced. morse code, but not. a code that only she knows. each statement punctuated by two taps to signify the beginning of a new sentence. ]
W-H-E-R-E-A-R-E-Y-O-U
[ tap. tap. ]
H-E-L-P
[ tap. tap. and, a hesitation, before the last part. ]
B-L-I-N-D