He expected something more to happen. Some other sign.
None came.
After an age, Aomine hung his head, and pressed one hand against his face. Damn. Damn it. "God - " His hand shook, his fingers curling into a shivering fist. "God damn it!!"
Pounding his fist against the floor only made his hand hurt. But the pain helped to wake him up, helped to remind him that this was real, that this was where he was supposed to be, and before was...something else. Not real, but not nothing. He gulped in stale air, his eyes burning from dust and emotion, and then slapped his palms onto the broken tiles and shoved himself up.
Find her. The woman with blood like a flower on her chest.
In Aomine's mind was something he had all but forgotten: his phone. It had fallen from his jacket during that very first episode, back in what would be his 'room'. Wandering around the hospital was stupid, pointless; he could search for days, weeks, and find nothing, because nobody else had found anything. If they had, Lia wouldn't be...here. Somehow. It made sense in his head. But if he could get to his phone, he could search for this place, for her name, for anything at all he recognized from those times he had slipped into the past, or whatever it was. With names and dates, or blueprints, or something, he would have a better idea of where to look.
His steps were fast and heavy on rotted floorboards, following his memory to take him back to his room.
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Date: 2018-08-10 04:36 pm (UTC)He expected something more to happen. Some other sign.
None came.
After an age, Aomine hung his head, and pressed one hand against his face. Damn. Damn it. "God - " His hand shook, his fingers curling into a shivering fist. "God damn it!!"
Pounding his fist against the floor only made his hand hurt. But the pain helped to wake him up, helped to remind him that this was real, that this was where he was supposed to be, and before was...something else. Not real, but not nothing. He gulped in stale air, his eyes burning from dust and emotion, and then slapped his palms onto the broken tiles and shoved himself up.
Find her. The woman with blood like a flower on her chest.
In Aomine's mind was something he had all but forgotten: his phone. It had fallen from his jacket during that very first episode, back in what would be his 'room'. Wandering around the hospital was stupid, pointless; he could search for days, weeks, and find nothing, because nobody else had found anything. If they had, Lia wouldn't be...here. Somehow. It made sense in his head. But if he could get to his phone, he could search for this place, for her name, for anything at all he recognized from those times he had slipped into the past, or whatever it was. With names and dates, or blueprints, or something, he would have a better idea of where to look.
His steps were fast and heavy on rotted floorboards, following his memory to take him back to his room.