[ hard enough, as it turns out, is however hard badou hit. the metal of the box makes contact and rattles heine's brain around in his skull, jars him right back into his own body. he has a split second of awareness with which to say, ] Ow. [ before blackness closes swiftly in from the edges of his vision and heine crumples to the floor, unconscious.
he's not sure how long he's out. he doesn't dream, or if he does it's but barely, more flashes of imagery than anything he could grasp onto. impressions of lily, of badou, of blood on his hands and shouts in the air. heine hasn't had a good dream in a decade, so it doesn't surprise him that this one is more of the same.
what does surprise him, as he slowly comes back conscious, is how much he hurts. his head aches, both the sharp surface ache of a contusion and a deeper throb that means he's probably concussed. his shoulder hurts, too, maybe from the position he'd been lying in. ]
Nngh... [ heine's brow furrows, eyes still closed as he tries to remember what happened. he and badou had come into the bank, searching for their safety deposit boxes—heine had opened his. it had been... a flower. and then—he had—
heine forces his eyes open and sits up in a rush that makes his head swim and his stomach roil, blinking blood out of his eyes as he looks around the room for badou. ]
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he's not sure how long he's out. he doesn't dream, or if he does it's but barely, more flashes of imagery than anything he could grasp onto. impressions of lily, of badou, of blood on his hands and shouts in the air. heine hasn't had a good dream in a decade, so it doesn't surprise him that this one is more of the same.
what does surprise him, as he slowly comes back conscious, is how much he hurts. his head aches, both the sharp surface ache of a contusion and a deeper throb that means he's probably concussed. his shoulder hurts, too, maybe from the position he'd been lying in. ]
Nngh... [ heine's brow furrows, eyes still closed as he tries to remember what happened. he and badou had come into the bank, searching for their safety deposit boxes—heine had opened his. it had been... a flower. and then—he had—
heine forces his eyes open and sits up in a rush that makes his head swim and his stomach roil, blinking blood out of his eyes as he looks around the room for badou. ]