Fic - Aftermath

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So... how did we get from the last drabble to this one?
I HAVE NO IDEA, ha ha. I don't think I ever had that fully fleshed out, so eventually I'll have to write the middle part to connect these two drabbles. But for now, enjoy.

The light was bright—way too bright for anything found in nature. Mars slowly opened his eyes, and found himself staring up at fluorescent lights. A hospital room.

What the hell? he thought, blinking in confusion. The last thing I remember was Dash… and then what? What happened to me?

“Mars?”

Slowly Marshall looked over and saw Simon hovering over him, a bandaid on his left cheek. Inwardly sighing in relief, he said, “Simon. You okay?”

“I should be asking you that,” Simon told him. “You were pretty beat up when Dash brought you here—“

“Whoa—what? Dash brought me here?” Marshall sat up just a bit, as much as he could, and looked around the room. “Where’d he go?”

“He left.” Simon shrugged. “You know how he hates authority figures. Policemen, doctors, all the same to him, I guess.”

“Yeah…” Marshall settled back against the pillows, completely baffled. “So, um, that thing…?”

“Gone, thankfully.” Simon couldn’t suppress a shudder. “I don’t know what Dash did to it, but it like… dissolved or something. It was really weird.”

“Good, I’m glad,” Marshall said. “You’re not hurt, really?”

“Apart from the scratch,” Simon said, gesturing to his cheek, “no. How are you feeling?”

“Okay, I think. Not coughing up blood, so that’s a good sign.” Marshall reached down and gingerly felt his torso. “Did the doctors do anything to me?”

“Uh, well, they kinda had to do some surgery.”

“Surgery?” Marshall echoed, looking stricken. The idea of anyone doing something to him while he was unconscious scared him out of his wits. Simon held up his hands.

“It wasn’t anything major. They just had to patch you up a bit, stop you from coughing up more blood,” he said. “They didn’t plant any mind-control devices or anything, swear.”

Marshall didn’t look totally convinced, but he didn’t press the matter further. “Where’s my parents?”

“In the cafeteria. Your dad was starving.”

Mars sighed. “Great. Now I have to come up with some crazy explanation for all this. What should I tell them?”

“I would say the truth, but in this case, they’ll never believe it.”

For a while, Mars just sat there in silence, gnawing on his lip. The whole situation made absolutely no sense to him.

What is Dash’s deal? he thought. Tries to kill me, then turns around and saves my life? What’s he trying to prove?

Comments

[froodle]

Love it! Also really hoping we get the interconnecting drabble at some point too

[eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com]

love it!

i love simon and mars's dynamic

and dash always on mars's mind...

[froodle]

Love it

[froodle]

:D