RP LOG | With doesntwaltz

[Dated Saturday 24th October | Follows THIS and THIS]

The small plasma TV mounted beside the hospital bed was on, but the sound was turned low as Mythbusters played on the screen. No one was watching it. Occupying the bed accompanying the TV, Rob was drifting in and out of a light sleep. He was never much of a heavy sleeper, and a hospital was just disruptive by default. He didn't mind, though. He knew he was there because he needed to be, and it was almost a heavenly option compared to the ordeal he had just left. Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Germany was a U.S. Military hospital, and many soldiers from the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan had been flown here over the time to receive high quality medical care if they were seriously injured in combat. Rob was just another statistic, really, but he had received nothing but top notch medical attention since he woke up here. Which was a little unnerving at first, to discover he was in Germany of all places. He had vague recollections of an explosion, and hazy snippets of memories where he was in agony, in that crushing heat, unable to move or call out for help...

... of Pete's cold fingers in his hand.

( Rob woke again with a start, that nauseating feeling of horror threatening in his gut again. When he slept, the images swirled around in his subconscious like a stormy sea, but awake, he had been classified as amnesiac. He couldn't remember enough of what happened to piece together anything specific of what happened. He didn't want to remember, either... )

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