acts_of_gord: (down for the count)
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Time passes, and the medics do their work, and so does the bug juice. Gordon's dimly aware of all of that, at best. He's had a long day. He's not trying particularly hard to wake up.

It happens eventually, though. It always happens. When it does, he notices a few things in no particular order: that the bed under him feels unfamiliar, that he's got a whole new set of aches and pains on top of the ones he's carried since Black Mesa, that he can smell the medications and antiseptics of the infirmary. That he's got what feels like Ace bandages, or some kind of bandages, anyway, wrapped around several still-raw-and-painful place.

That attempting to blink and open both eyes doesn't seem to be working quite as well as one might expect.

Well, he's awake, at least. Even if moving around seems like an utter waste of time and effort, he can at least try to get a better look around, and see who else is here.

Date: 2012-12-03 03:55 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (Godfrey)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
"Ah! Sir is awake at last."

With a faint whirr of hoverthrusters, the Vance-Freeman's butler droid comes into view. "How are you feeling, Sir? Would you like some water, or additional painkillers?"

Date: 2012-12-03 04:05 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (Godfrey)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
"Certainly, sir. Here you are." The robot offers him a small plastic cup.

Date: 2012-12-03 04:11 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (Godfrey)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
"I would recommend against that, Sir," says the droid. "I'm told the bandages shouldn't be removed for another several days."

Date: 2012-12-03 04:22 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (Godfrey)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
"I'm afraid not. Medical diagnosis and treatment is not within my parameters, beyond basic first aid," the droid replies. "I am merely here to provide for your basic needs, in the absence of Ms. Vance."

Date: 2012-12-03 04:30 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (Godfrey)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
"I'm not privy to that information, Sir," replies the droid. "You might ask Ms. Vance, when she returns."

Date: 2012-12-03 04:40 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (Godfrey)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
"I believe she is currently tending to the children. With luck, she will be returning in short order."

Date: 2012-12-03 04:52 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (over shoulder)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
Speak of the devil...

The infirmary door creaks open and Alyx shoulders her way in, carrying a dark-haired baby girl who is considerably larger than she was when Gordon saw her last.

She stops dead, still braced against the door.

"Gordon! You're awake!"

Date: 2012-12-03 05:09 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (tiny smile)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
Alyx notices the shift in his posture. "Don't try to get up," she says gently as she walks over. "You've still got a lot of healing to do."

The baby in her arms eyes him with faint bemusement.

Date: 2012-12-03 05:15 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (Hope ~4mos)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
Hope just keeps staring.

"...you wanna hold her?" offers Alyx. "You feel like you're strong enough for that?"

Date: 2012-12-03 05:22 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (Hope ~4mos)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
Alyx wordlessly hands her over.

Hope looks up at her father. One little hand reaches up and grips tightly onto Gordon's beard.

Date: 2012-12-03 05:26 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (shy smile)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
Alyx beams too.

"See? She still knows you."

Date: 2012-12-03 05:31 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (shy smile)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
"A... little more than two months? It's the start of December, now."

Date: 2012-12-03 05:33 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (sidelong)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
"There's only two people not accounted for. Barney and Floyd."

Her smile fades as she gives him a questioning look. She'd rather not ask, but...

Date: 2012-12-03 05:41 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (concern)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
Alyx gently lays a hand on Gordon's shoulder.

"They went down fighting. That's all you could ask of them."

It still stings, to think of them being gone. She won't pretend otherwise. But at least they didn't die in vain.
Edited Date: 2012-12-03 05:42 am (UTC)

Date: 2012-12-03 05:49 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (moody)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
"Me too."

A brief lull.

"You killed the Overmind. The Vortigaunts confirmed it."

How the Vorts knew that, Alyx has no idea, but she doesn't question that they know. Vortigaunts don't lie. It just doesn't happen.

Date: 2012-12-03 06:09 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (concern)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
Alyx lets out a long, slow breath. She knew this was coming.

"Your helmet was breached by a piece of shrapnel. The medics patched you up as best they could, but... they couldn't save your eye. I'm sorry."

Date: 2012-12-04 12:21 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (shy smile)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
She offers a faint smile.

"With any luck, you'll be doing as little shooting as possible from here on in."

Date: 2012-12-04 12:45 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (shy smile)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
"Yes, you do. We won, Gordon. You won."

Date: 2012-12-04 01:04 am (UTC)
vance_prime: (with Gordon - kiss)
From: [personal profile] vance_prime
Alyx leans over to give her husband a kiss on the forehead just above his unbandaged left eye.

"Love you, Gordon," she whispers into his ear.

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