Patched the feeds up a little better, I hope this shows up for y’all! (previous)
When Mitchell came to he was staring at a ceiling that was all too familiar by now. As he slowly blinked the muscles, no, the skin around his eyes felt as if it was being ripped apart. How long had he been out for? Andrea was sat near his bed. She appeared to be reading a book, but judging from her tired eyes she was probably just looking at the words to pass the time. She peeked over the tome occasionally to see how he was doing and did a double-take when she saw his eyes were open.
A short moment of silence as she put her book away. It was fairly obvious she was trying to keep herself toned down, for Mitchell’s sake. ‘Ya really shouldn’t be passing out after doing some serious hero work. It gets kind of scary sometimes!’
‘Sorry.’ He swallowed what little saliva had collected in his mouth. His throat was dry, causing his voice to croak. ‘How long… did I sleep?’
‘Through the night, and then some.’ She turned her head to look out the window. ‘People are up and about again already, working to restore the damages.’
Andrea helped him get up, change into his clothes, and joined him for brunch. Everything went bit slow since Mitchell’s body was aching all over. Nothing really unexpected, considering how he had pushed himself to his limits. He briefly stopped chowing on his food to start up conversation again. ‘Anything from Warren?’ He hurt his arm when he tried to stop a crumb from falling out of his mouth, prompting him to mutter an “ouch” and internally curse at his body.
Andrea noticed but, though concerned, didn’t go into it. ‘Not’n I know.’ She gulped down her bite to ease talking. ‘He let you into my care, assigned some folks to repairs and figure he went back to his office after.’ She shook her head. ‘He’s pretty much always in there these days.’
‘Nobody…’ He hushed his voice a little. ‘Nobody caught on, right?’
She looked over her shoulder. Galven wasn’t there, presumably gone back into the kitchen. ‘Nope. Played along with it, went with the others.’ A smile appeared on her face. ‘Can’t say I wasn’t tempted to save your ass again though.’
Mitchell could take the joke, and quickly returned. ‘Luckily I didn’t need you there.’
‘We should be paying the old man a visit about now.’ Mitchell said as he finished his plate. ‘Deadline for “fixing” things was today, right?’
‘Hate to bring bad news,’ she started. ‘But Nigel asked you pay him a visit first thing today.’ She paused briefly, but started talking again right when Mitchell opened his mouth. ‘He’s at home right now, so it’ll be a detour.’
Seriously though, what real hero passes out after doing some action? This isn’t Alcoholism Man for god’s sake. (next)