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amicably_absentGlitch wasn't entirely ready for this, but he didn't think he ever was going to be. You didn't get ready for someone doing a reinstalling transplant of your brain back into your head when you couldn't even actually remember having it taken out in the first place.
They had him dressed in a loose, open necked and shapeless shirt with similarly matched trousers, the theory being that he'd feel more comfortable and relaxed in calming clothes. And he knew that Wyatt and DG were outside the door, well, Wyatt, DG had been pale and struggling and she might have gone now that he was walking into the surgery and being helped to lie down.
"Just lie down, Ambrose, and we'll get you nicely under. You won't feel anything."
He lay down, a nurse looked at him with warm eyes as she stroked his forehead and hair, checking for signs of trouble along the zip. The doctor nodded, white lights being turned on and the mask over his lower face.
Glitch felt his heart start racing.
"All right now, Ambrose. Just count back from a hundred, ninety-nine-"
Glitch remembered nothing more. Certainly not flipping to his feet and off the table and definitely not barreling out of the surgery doors, through the waiting area and out of the hospital entirely at a flat sprint that he never would have credited himself as being able to do.
They had him dressed in a loose, open necked and shapeless shirt with similarly matched trousers, the theory being that he'd feel more comfortable and relaxed in calming clothes. And he knew that Wyatt and DG were outside the door, well, Wyatt, DG had been pale and struggling and she might have gone now that he was walking into the surgery and being helped to lie down.
"Just lie down, Ambrose, and we'll get you nicely under. You won't feel anything."
He lay down, a nurse looked at him with warm eyes as she stroked his forehead and hair, checking for signs of trouble along the zip. The doctor nodded, white lights being turned on and the mask over his lower face.
Glitch felt his heart start racing.
"All right now, Ambrose. Just count back from a hundred, ninety-nine-"
Glitch remembered nothing more. Certainly not flipping to his feet and off the table and definitely not barreling out of the surgery doors, through the waiting area and out of the hospital entirely at a flat sprint that he never would have credited himself as being able to do.
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Date: 2008-07-01 10:38 am (UTC)"I wasn't expecting you to, Glitch. Wouldn't have let you help me if I did."
And he hops down, ignoring the way his knees protest like the neglected junctions of an abandoned meta-mechanical project.
"It's now or never, Glitch. Doesn't matter if you're ready or not, you've got to go through with this."
He turns around and holds out his hand, hoping it will reassure his friend.
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Date: 2008-07-01 10:46 am (UTC)Glitch looks down, not sure how he got down before, but he thinks it was probably a blind launch and scrabble and desperate panic. So this time he takes a breath, closes his eyes and jumps down.
He lands safely on the ground in a crouch, hand caught in Wyatt's as he stands up again. "I know. I want to."
He just isn't sure how.