No more ghostly hallucinations, no more unexpected feelings, no more visitors.įor about two days after he'd woken up, he'd thought it was the greatest thing ever. The thing in the temple hadn't killed him, but what it had done was blow away all traces of the bleeding effect from his mind. But the really ironic part of it all was that he knows now that it was all real. Which maybe, a few months ago, wouldn't have bothered him so much. Then he'd woken up, feeling sane and sad and empty. He keeps expecting the hole in his head to just go away already.īut it's been a month since he (very nearly) sacrificed his life to save the rest of the world, and that night in the temple was the last time he'd seen any of his visitors. He keeps expecting to suddenly appear in the middle of another century, maybe just in time to see Shay and Aveline do something that will scar him for life. The truth is, he keeps expecting to wake up in the middle of the night with Edward draped awkwardly across him. Compared to everything else he's lost, it would barely even register. The worst part of it is that Desmond doesn't think he would even mind losing his arm. They both sink back into their own separate thoughts and distractions. The only sound in the room is the beeping of the machines monitoring what feels like every part of Desmond's body. "Didn't die, though," Desmond says, and Rebecca is silent as she nods. You spent all that time in the animus, risked your sanity, and then you were willing to give your life to save the world-" And dad says we'll have to leave soon, so the amputation would be faster…" "They might try skin grafts first, but there's so much damage it probably won't work. "The doctor says they might have to amputate," Desmond says, although he hadn't been thinking about his arm at all. "Not that you don't have good reason to be, I guess." She settles down in the chair next to his hospital bed, and Desmond watches as her eyes stray downward to the charred husk of a limb that used to be a normal, working arm. "You looked kind of lost in thought," Rebecca says. Desmond does his best to smile, but it doesn't quite work. By the expression on her face, she must have been waiting there a while. He looks up and sees Rebecca waiting for him to notice her. It's almost like someone is out there, watching him, enjoying the torture they're putting him through. Cold and cruel and… and unfair in a way that seems perfectly calculated to make Desmond miserable. The universe, Desmond is starting to realize, is a cold place.
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