005 → {action/text} Violet City

{part A: (for) action for anyone at the hospital}
[At first it felt like it was a decent nights sleep. One which seemed to have stretched for a pretty fuckin' long period. Maybe Shaun had let him sleep in.

...Nah, that it isn't right. He would've woken him up to go training.

And then the dreams started to roll on over and over again. It...It just wouldn't stop. Yet, Norman was buried 6 feet under his subconscious. He couldn't feel his body. He couldn't feel anything. Just like...Just like--

--!]

Mmph.

[The light becomes overbearing for his eyes. His eyelids tighten, turning his face away from where ever those goddamn rays were coming from. The more he tussles around his bed, the more he realizes that this isn't his bed.

He's in the hospital.

Norman musters enough strength to pull himself up. What felt like a decent nights sleep now feels like one of the worst's hangovers in his life; everything aches and his mouth is as dry as the fuckin' Sahara Desert. He can feel his eyes adjusting to the light but the expression on his face reads disoriented as all hell.]

{part B: [open] text (later that day)}

Thanks for keeping an eye on Shaun. I guess I owe you all one.