[Hours past, countless and unfathomable in Noctis' deep slumber. If he dreams, they're fleeting -- of falling into a darkness, of a city burning and of mechanical soldiers tumbling from the sky. He doesn't awaken from them in a jolt, not this time. They merely fade away, as if taken away by the tide, and his sleep continues, uninterrupted.
He won't actually awaken until the morning comes, the light him pulling gently back into reality. He opens his eyes, staring up at the ceiling, half-lidded; immediately, he feels sore before he even attempts to move, and a part of him wonders if it would just be beneficial to go back to sleep.
And so he does.
Two hours later, he awakens again. Still sore. Still staring up at the ceiling. He realizes, this time, that he still doesn't know where he is, and Noctis attempts to sit up in a bed that isn't his. It's a struggle to do so; he grimaces, hissing out through his teeth. His shoulder still hurts, and it's difficult to move -- he glances over at it, to see it wrapped up in... was that a towel and duct tape?]
Geez...
[He eyes scan the room, but it doesn't help him figure out where he is. And so, being Noctis, he attempts to swing his legs over the side of the bed and stand, his uninjured arm gripping at a bedpost as he tries. Where the hell was his shirt?]
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He won't actually awaken until the morning comes, the light him pulling gently back into reality. He opens his eyes, staring up at the ceiling, half-lidded; immediately, he feels sore before he even attempts to move, and a part of him wonders if it would just be beneficial to go back to sleep.
And so he does.
Two hours later, he awakens again. Still sore. Still staring up at the ceiling. He realizes, this time, that he still doesn't know where he is, and Noctis attempts to sit up in a bed that isn't his. It's a struggle to do so; he grimaces, hissing out through his teeth. His shoulder still hurts, and it's difficult to move -- he glances over at it, to see it wrapped up in... was that a towel and duct tape?]
Geez...
[He eyes scan the room, but it doesn't help him figure out where he is. And so, being Noctis, he attempts to swing his legs over the side of the bed and stand, his uninjured arm gripping at a bedpost as he tries. Where the hell was his shirt?]