[viktor doesn't expect much, in truth. maybe he falls too heavily on hoping for little to avoid disappointment, and in this case the shock of the world shifting when he opens his eyes again is a wholly unpleasant one.
the smell is what hits him first. sterile, a chemical undertone an odd mix of the piltover hospitals and the back of his old mentor's lab. the entire room is muted and clean, the sort of bleached cleanliness intent on killing anything with the vaguest intention of growing.
he's on a bed, tubes running up his nose and throat that he immediately sits and pulls out with a hacking cough. the silence of the room is ringing, not even the beep of a heart monitor. just the bed, a chair someone is sitting in, holding his hand-] ... Blue?
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the smell is what hits him first. sterile, a chemical undertone an odd mix of the piltover hospitals and the back of his old mentor's lab. the entire room is muted and clean, the sort of bleached cleanliness intent on killing anything with the vaguest intention of growing.
he's on a bed, tubes running up his nose and throat that he immediately sits and pulls out with a hacking cough. the silence of the room is ringing, not even the beep of a heart monitor. just the bed, a chair someone is sitting in, holding his hand-] ... Blue?