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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 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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