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Glitch 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.

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"It never got old." He shrugs. "DG rolled her eyes every time, but you just beamed in recognition."

He smiles, rubbing at the back of his neck, and looks down. He isn't sure what's being said here, but it makes something a hint too warm wrap around his spine.

"I liked that."

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"It reminded me. After so much time, it was nice to remember sometimes. It'll be nice to remember more."

He settles back into the pillows, feeling nothing digging into the back of his head. "I like it too."

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"Yeah."

What else is there to say? It will be nice to have Glitch being more of a misnomer than before. It is nice already, watching him settle somehow, as if he's already regaining his footing, as it were.

He needs...something he can't quite figure out. Coffee might be good. Air even better.

"Listen, I'm gonna go see if I can't get myself a decent cup of something, let you get some rest before the night watch comes scolding me for keeping one of their most important patients up all night." He even smiles just a little bit. It's easier now it's over.

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Glitch seems to be aware of the fact something isn't right. There's a tension he can feel, he's aware of and parts of his shattered mind are starting to pull together into something he recognises and almost knows.

But then he decides he has to be wrong.

"Sure thing. I'll probably still be awake, I feel plenty rested now."

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He leaves behind his hat and coat, and goes in search of coffee of the hot and freshly brewed variety. He might be a while.

Outside, the night is dark but the air is crisp, the stars are out, and he finds himself walking unwaveringly towards the small garden. He goes through the gates, and for a moment he wonders why he didn't steer Glitch that way on their way back.

Adrenaline? He knows it swung open thanks to his friend's stunt, but still they had to climb the wall to get back, and it just doesn't make any sense.

He might be losing his grip.

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Glitch stays inside, trying to behave and stay in bed.

Then it seems like a good idea to get up and make sure he can still walk. Because they haven't tested it, and until he does, he won't know if he can. So he decides to go for a walk.

He returns to the rom, steals Cain's coat and goes out again, hugging the heavy coat around his body as he wanders through the hallways, just enjoying the sensation of walking and the night time air on his face from the open windows of the conservatory...

Huh. Conservatory. He sits down on one of the chairs, gazing outside with his feet tucked up under him.