Event #8 Thirst for life
Sept 29, 2018 20:20:53 GMT
Post by Phillip Pendragon on Sept 29, 2018 20:20:53 GMT
As Phillip awoke, he was sore as never before in his life. Every single muscle in his body aching not to mention his brain. His heart and mind however by far had yet to deal with the greatest damage. Why her? Why his beloved Thalia and why not him? He was just about to go back into a state of numbness, of being absolutely nothing but a mere broken chess figure. However this time was different from his breakdown from earlier on. This time one of the most dearest persons to him got taken away by force, unwillingly and for a cause. The mere cause to torture him in the worst way possible. While the torture was real for him there was one thing he just couldn´t allow himself. He couldn´t give up. Not now. Not ever again. He didn´t have hope however his will to survive for HER was strong. The only thing that would be worse than Thalia being dead to begin with was that she would have died for nothing. So he pushed through his pain and stood up, searching desperately for any sign of food or water. At least the last he managed to find as he realized he had awoken in a toilet room.
The moment the realization had hit him, he moved to the nearest sink as fast as possible and pulled the handle, letting the water flow like a waterfall. At first he used his hands to deliver the water to his mouth. As this didn´t go fast enough for him though he soon came to the decision to directly drink from the source, filling up at least one of his needs. Once he didn´t feel able to contain any more of the fresh water, he stopped the flow and sat back down on the floor again trying to think for a strategy. For what he had seen so far he was alone, at least for now. Taking out his phone he noticed it had eventually gone out of battery. Fuck. So he couldn´t communicate at all anymore, at least not due writing. Letting out a long sigh, he got up once again and took the chance to use the toilets as for the first time his bladder was calling. Once that need had been taken care of as well he got back to the sink, washing his hands and drinking some water once again.
He still was in need of food and a painkiller definitely wouldn´t help either. However yet the main task was to get out, to find Tristan, to survive. For Thalia. For Tristan. For himself. Pushing himself forward he almost stumbled against the door. Maybe he should take things slowly, heal first and take his time to mourn. Just at that last thought however tears started to build up. No, he had to keep pushing himself forward. If he would let himself stand still, reflect what had happened assumingly not longer than a few hours ago, what he had just get brutally taken away from him, there was no way Phillip could get himself back up and functioning again. He would take care of his emotions later once his brother and him were save. Now was the time to act. So he headed out of the toilets and made his way to the next room he could find.
The moment the realization had hit him, he moved to the nearest sink as fast as possible and pulled the handle, letting the water flow like a waterfall. At first he used his hands to deliver the water to his mouth. As this didn´t go fast enough for him though he soon came to the decision to directly drink from the source, filling up at least one of his needs. Once he didn´t feel able to contain any more of the fresh water, he stopped the flow and sat back down on the floor again trying to think for a strategy. For what he had seen so far he was alone, at least for now. Taking out his phone he noticed it had eventually gone out of battery. Fuck. So he couldn´t communicate at all anymore, at least not due writing. Letting out a long sigh, he got up once again and took the chance to use the toilets as for the first time his bladder was calling. Once that need had been taken care of as well he got back to the sink, washing his hands and drinking some water once again.
He still was in need of food and a painkiller definitely wouldn´t help either. However yet the main task was to get out, to find Tristan, to survive. For Thalia. For Tristan. For himself. Pushing himself forward he almost stumbled against the door. Maybe he should take things slowly, heal first and take his time to mourn. Just at that last thought however tears started to build up. No, he had to keep pushing himself forward. If he would let himself stand still, reflect what had happened assumingly not longer than a few hours ago, what he had just get brutally taken away from him, there was no way Phillip could get himself back up and functioning again. He would take care of his emotions later once his brother and him were save. Now was the time to act. So he headed out of the toilets and made his way to the next room he could find.