[ in the last moments of consciousness, daisy remembers pain. the ache in her bones, her back screaming out, likely broken in at least one place; she remembers her limbs trembling as she sunk into the concrete, and gasping for air as her body caught up to the wave of adrenaline that had been pushing her forwards.
she expects, somehow, to wake in the same place. if not in the ground, on the zephyr, strapped into one of jemma's patient tables, being wheeled out of surgery or coaxed out of anesthesia, squinting into bright lights to be able to see the faces of people still left on her team.
her first thoughts, then, are muddled, confused. what's underneath her is much softer than concrete, more comfortable than the cold steel tables in the medical bay. it's — plush? and as her body gingerly moves against it, she realizes it's adjusting with her. she's halfway to understanding when she's jostled again, body hauled into a tight embrace that smells like — is that tea? and earth? and the soft scent of rain, too.
jyn, her brain screams, and daisy jolts in awareness, eyes opening wide to take in the surroundings of a room that is simultaneously unexpected and reassuringly familiar. and then, two seconds later, her body catches up again, and daisy lets out a panicked, ] Ow!
[ her body. it hurts. but she missed jyn with a fervency she wasn't even aware of, a part of her soul left behind, so she doesn't pull away. ]
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she expects, somehow, to wake in the same place. if not in the ground, on the zephyr, strapped into one of jemma's patient tables, being wheeled out of surgery or coaxed out of anesthesia, squinting into bright lights to be able to see the faces of people still left on her team.
her first thoughts, then, are muddled, confused. what's underneath her is much softer than concrete, more comfortable than the cold steel tables in the medical bay. it's — plush? and as her body gingerly moves against it, she realizes it's adjusting with her. she's halfway to understanding when she's jostled again, body hauled into a tight embrace that smells like — is that tea? and earth? and the soft scent of rain, too.
jyn, her brain screams, and daisy jolts in awareness, eyes opening wide to take in the surroundings of a room that is simultaneously unexpected and reassuringly familiar. and then, two seconds later, her body catches up again, and daisy lets out a panicked, ] Ow!
[ her body. it hurts. but she missed jyn with a fervency she wasn't even aware of, a part of her soul left behind, so she doesn't pull away. ]