Thread: Mind and Soul(Avengers) FoxWriter/TamaRose

It was just an average day for the people in Chicago, just another normal average day. The hospitals where even having a calm day, not a whole lot of people needed the emergency services, maybe that was why everyone noticed when the Ambulance came, with the half naked young man inside. Some of them might even recognize him from video feed after the massive battle in Manhattan. It had gone worldwide, the story of the Avengers and the massive battle to protect the earth from alien invaders. Loki Laufeyson, Prince of the Frost Giants, traitor of Asgard, trickster god and would be ruler of Midgaurd. He was in pitiful shape to say the least, though what he was doing back on Midgaurd was a mystery. Not even S.H.E.I.L.D or the Avengers knew he was there. No warning had been given that Loki had escaped, been released, or been banished. It was probably only luck that he wasn't in Manhattan, where the Avengers would lay down their own form of punishment. It was hard to look at the young God, who was so pale he was white, and not feel sorry for him. He was filthy, covered in dirt and muck, his hair was in dirty tangles around his shoulders. He had clearly not bathed in well over a week, though he didn't stink, thank goodness. He was missing his shirt, showing large bruises across his shoulders and back and belly. As if he had been letting someone hit him where it would hurt the most. The most shocking thing though, was the fact that he had clearly slit his own wrists, and they where still bleeding, as was his neck, where he had tried, and failed to slit that too. He was staring with blank eyes of emerald green... which was wrong. The one honest picture everyone had of Loki, his eyes had been a pale icy blue hadn't they? It took hours to stabilize him. To get his heart beating properly. They'd had to resuscitate him three times, and every time he was conscious he begged them not to hurt him anymore, screamed at them to let him go, pleaded to be allowed to just die already please! He babbled about feathers and knives and struck out at the doctors, thinking they where monsters and beasts. He was sick in a bad way, infection had set into the wounds and he had more wrong with him than a suicide attempt. He was malnourished, thin enough that one of the doctors guessed Loki hadn't had anything to eat for over a week, possibly two. Not even a scrap if the empty stomach and sunken cheeks where anything to go by. There where heavy rope burns on his wrists, ankles and around his neck, indicating he had, at best guess, been held captive for extended periods of time with ropes tied too tightly. He had cracked bones and a broken arm and a fracture in his sternum. As strong as Loki's bones where, he had to have been beaten hard. Considering he'd taken on the hulk and merely had the wind knocked out of him. It was a bit frightening to consider what could have hit Loki so hard it actually broke his ribs and caused internal bleeding. He was a mess, a bloody, scarred, cut all too hell and beaten mess. Even if he had tried to invade earth, no one deserved this. Well. Maybe Hitler. The finally had him stabilized and moved him to recovery, I.V. Fluids feeding him precious life saving nutrients and painkillers. Most of the doctors where worried about Loki waking up in a foul mood, or being dangerous to himself or others so they restrained him. Tied him to his hospital bed, being very careful not to aggravate any wounds he had they cinched soft padded cloth cuffs to his arms, legs, over his hips, knees and just under the armpits so he couldn't get the leverage to break free. Or, well they hoped so anyway. It didn't actually matter since they had him so sedated it would be a miracle if he woke up on his own. Probably for the best, they figured the poor man was probably in the worst pain he'd ever been in. they where wrong, but they didn't know that.