All The Difference
Dec. 2nd, 2012 10:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
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.
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Date: 2012-12-03 05:29 am (UTC)"How long have I been gone?"
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Date: 2012-12-03 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-03 05:32 am (UTC)"Did the others....?"
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Date: 2012-12-03 05:33 am (UTC)Her smile fades as she gives him a questioning look. She'd rather not ask, but...
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Date: 2012-12-03 05:39 am (UTC)"Barney went down drawing off Combine fire when I was wounded," he manages. "Floyd... punched a hole in their lines to divert their attention. I don't know what happened to him. I'd hoped..."
Well.
Yeah.
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Date: 2012-12-03 05:41 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2012-12-03 05:46 am (UTC)This is Gordon. More words than that would be unnecessary.
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Date: 2012-12-03 05:49 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2012-12-03 05:55 am (UTC)"Alyx?
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Date: 2012-12-03 05:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-03 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-03 06:09 am (UTC)"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."
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Date: 2012-12-03 06:16 am (UTC)(Yes, it's a stupid thing to be thinking about when he's had such a huge loss, such a huge win. Some things are just much too much for him to grasp right now. He'll think about them later, he's good at thinking about things later, but right now, historical trivia is about as much as he can handle.)
"Good thing evolution gave us two," he says at last. And: "I'm going to have to learn to shoot all over again, aren't I."
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Date: 2012-12-04 12:21 am (UTC)"With any luck, you'll be doing as little shooting as possible from here on in."
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Date: 2012-12-04 12:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-04 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-04 12:51 am (UTC)"I could never have done it without you," he says, and he means every word.
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Date: 2012-12-04 01:04 am (UTC)"Love you, Gordon," she whispers into his ear.
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Date: 2012-12-04 01:07 am (UTC)"Love you too, Alyx. Always."