Wash was on his own in the ward. The Vykker and Slap had left with Linc, all there was left were other patients in the beds. He fought back the tears. This ordeal on top of the rest was too much...
Then he heard shouting from the theatre they had taken Linc to. High pitched, Vykker voices. Wash ran to the door and hammered on it.
"Hey! HEY! Let me in! What are you doing to him?!"
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Linc was vaguely aware of pain, but it felt distant, far away. He was also aware of various devices being hooked up to his body, and stressed voices arguing. It was all drowned out by a bright light that sparked into existence miles away, in the the blackness of the world. It grew brighter and was so inviting, Linc just wanted to run to it...
__________________
| (• ◡•)| (❍ᴥ❍ʋ)
|