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[i][u]Location:[/u] The Clinic
[u]Interacting With:[/u]  Marie and Victoria King[/i][/center]
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King woke up to the sound of calming whispers and the emotion of worry. Dim light burned his eyes, sending waves of nausea and brief pressure through his body, but it faded away as he tilted his head slowly towards the source of the outsider emotions. Beside him sat two figures, two familiar faces that were blurred at first but quickly formed family members he had not really expected to see. Cracked lips parted, sucking in a hoarse breath as he attempted to say something in greeting, but he was quickly cut off by Marie’s loud gasp and sudden grasping of his shoulder.

[b]”You’re okay, Richard!”[/b] She cried, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wet with tears. King groaned at her strong grip, but forced a smile and lifted a hand to pat her head gently. Marie sniffed loudly, rubbing at her wet eyes with the back of her hand, but before she could reach out to touch him again a gentle arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her back into her seat. Victoria King whispered something quietly into Marie's ear once she settled back down, and then she turned her cold stare to her son's face. King stiffened (or, at least tried to) and met her gaze with half-lidded eyes and a slight frown. She was sitting with her head held high and her shoulder back, and the colors around her were as faint as his father’s, but he could see the pale green of worry and past panic settle around her frame like heavy smoke. 

[b][color=9e0b0f]“Momー”[/color][/b]

[b]”You fool.”[/b] Victoria said stiffly, lips pursing, [b]”I said not to go out, now look at you. You fool…”[/b] King felt his eyes widen as a brief flash of wetness gleamed in his mother’s usually cold gaze, and when she stood suddenly his heart thumped in panic but quickly it faded into a sense of surprise. Arms laced under his neck, holding softly, as if they were barely there, and the thick scent of expensive perfume and makeup filled his mind, making him even dizzier than before. A hug, she was hugging him. Holding him like a real mother would. Skepticism crossed his mind, a brief thought that made him question his mother’s motives, but it faded into another wave of sickness and he fought back the urge to vomit all over his mother’s back. 

Eventually, she pulled away, glancing briefly down at the silently sniffling Marie before turning towards the exit. Of course she was leaving, she had things to do, people to see, questions to answer. King felt a small pang of guilt for making her worry, and his eyes closed as he let out a slight sigh. Marie stood slowly, watching Victoria leave with wary eyes. She then turned back to stare at her brother, lingering at King’s bedside with stiff posture, and she muttered quickly, questioningly;

[b]”Who did this to you?”[/b]

King’s eyebrows furrowed briefly, and any attempts to look back at the night before were chased away by a never ending headache. Flashes appeared, brief pictures brightened by the storm or the emotions he remembered. A man, a strong man, with yellow and red surrounding him, and then darkness. King shuddered, then tilted his head towards Marie and said with a raw voice:

[b][color=9e0b0f]“I don’t know.”[/color][/b] Marie looked taken aback by his answered, and then she turned on her heels, shoulders trembling slightly under the half-light of the clinic’s lamps. King tilted his head at the sudden variety in Marie’s emotional state, and before he could say anything she let out a soft,

[b]”You’re lying.”[/b] Before vanishing out the door after their mother. King watched them go with wavering eyes, and then he let his head settle back into the pillow. Pain reverberated in his mind, filling his ears with white noise and his eyes with darkness. Really, he wanted to stay awake, get up and stretch and see who else was alive and well and doing the same as him, but honestly his body felt heavy with exhaustion, and the wound on his head, though now bound tightly and treated, still ached with the same pain from last night. He couldn’t think, couldn’t feel, and waves of drowsiness sent him back into a dazed state until he was finally breathing softly again, spiraling down into a dreamless sleep.