Thread: Mind and Soul(Avengers) FoxWriter/TamaRose

Loki lay there, unaware of his two guests. he would have been asleep even without the medication at this point because his body was starting to shut down. slipping into a coma if he wasn't already in one medicine or not. he was on a respirator because he couldn't breath on his own with the crushed ribs that had punctured his lungs. he looked helpless on the bed and the machines keeping him alive only made him look more pathetic. the dance of silver and green light flickered over him, only making him look more pale and gaunt than before. the shadows flickered over his form, showing every dip and pocket of his skin stretched too tight against bone. which was bad considering how thin he had been when he first invaded earth. it wasn't hard to understand why a soft hearted Angel might want to help him. especially when said angel had no idea of the godling's sins. as soon as the energy touched him, Loki choked and convulsed. the heart monitor began to race with the speed of his heart, sounding like an alarm as Loki coughed, choked, gagged and spit blood out from cold lips, his lungs forcing out the blood that had pooled despite the doctors best efforts. it was fine though, because his lugs where now healing at a rapid rate and where forcefully expelling the liquid. the internal bleeding healed, and the more dangerous injuries started to stitch together at a much more rapid pace than what little energy they had fed into him could do. they had kick started his own system, giving it the strength it needed to get going, giving the spark it needed to find the will to live. Doctors where flooding into the room now, removing the respirator and doing measures to keep him from drowning in the blood he was coughing up. removing the respirator panicked Loki, who struggled against the doctors. even magic couldn't cure such severe malnutrition so he could do nothing to them as he made high pitched, terrified keening sounds, blind from pain and fear as he heaved again, spilling out the last little bits of blood, bile and other such nasty things. it was disgusting, but he was awake and no longer in danger, though his feeble attempts at fighting the doctors when he was strapped down the way he was, was rather sad. he looked over at the angels, seeing them even though they where invisible and started to calm. those two where the ones who had made the pain stop, at least on his insides. he could feel it, he could tell. they had saved him. he knew that. he wasn't sure how he knew, but he did know and he found himself sagging back into the bed because if they had saved him, surely they wouldn't be so calm if he was in danger with all the wildly moving people. once he started to calm, the doctors all started to calm as well, less panicked now that the dangers god wasn't trying to escape anymore. Loki's emerald eyes remained fixed on the Angels so he didn't realize the doctors where trying to talk to him until one of them set a hand on his shoulder, making him flinch and cringe away from the touch as if expecting it to hurt a great deal. I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me! Loki cowered, trembling like a leaf as the doctors all pulled back, stunned by such a severe reaction. it was only to be expected though, some of the damage, it spoke of torture. meticulous beatings and extended bouts of painful actions and constant starvation. the head Doctor wasn't sure why he expected Loki to behave any less than other torture victims he'd read about. Easy. we're not going to hurt you. we're doctors. healers. we just want to help. can you tell us what happened? The Doctor asked softly, wondering if he needed to call the Avengers? how did one contact the Avengers anyway? he frowned a bit when Loki shook his head. Can you tell me how you got here? he asked, watching Loki shake his head again. Do you know where you are? another shake of his head and the Doctor felt uncertainty curl in his gut. You're on Earth. Midgard. does that mean anything to you? Loki hesitated, thought about it and then shook his head and the Doctor swallowed, hesitated and asked the final question. Can you tell me your name? I... No... Loki whispered, watching the Doctor, terrified he would b punished for not being able to answer the questions. I'm sorry. I. I don't know my name... Loki whispered, wincing, trying to pull away when the doctor raised his hand, not to strike t Loki, ti wasn't even the right motion, the doctor just rubbed the bridge of his nose, thinking hard. Do you remember anything at all? the Doctor finally asked. I... No... Yes. Pain... It was so much pain, and wings. There where feathers and wings. Loki mumbled, turning to look at the Angels again, staring at them, wondering if he was the only one who could see them? was he going mad? he must be if he couldn't remember anything. What are you looking at? The doctor asked, hesitant and Loki shook his head. Nothing. it's nothing. they aren't real, I don't think. Loki admitted softly before looking at the doctor when he stood up and headed for the door, mumbling to himself, wondering what the correct course of action should be? contact Shield maybe? the local authorities? have him committed to the fourth floor mental ward? he'd never dealt with an amnesiac villain before. there was no protocol for this. Loki could still hear him but none of it made sense so he went back to staring at the Angels.