[Gonou makes a soft noise from the bed. It's not much, it's not loud, but it's the first in almost a month.]
Ah...
[He's a little uncoordinated as he raises his hand; he has to try twice to brush his hair away from his eye, and he blinks up at the ceiling. Jedao's room has a very distinctive ceiling. It's the right place for him to be waking up, as often as not, but he feels strangely stiff, like a porcelain doll ill-strung, joints too loose or grinding tight by turns.
His blink at the ceiling is turning, slowly, into a frown as he catalogs the sensation.]
[after the coma ends]
Ah...
[He's a little uncoordinated as he raises his hand; he has to try twice to brush his hair away from his eye, and he blinks up at the ceiling. Jedao's room has a very distinctive ceiling. It's the right place for him to be waking up, as often as not, but he feels strangely stiff, like a porcelain doll ill-strung, joints too loose or grinding tight by turns.
His blink at the ceiling is turning, slowly, into a frown as he catalogs the sensation.]