Zack Fair (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
colorofthesky) wrote2012-03-01 07:33 pm
colorofthesky) wrote2012-03-01 07:33 pm
Entry tags:
let forever drag me down
Who: Zack and Hojo
Where: Shinra Manor. The infamous basement.
When: A few months after the crisis in Nibelheim.
Rating: R...for repulsive horribleness.
Summary: Science. Experiments. Zack being drugged up and recovering from the fight with Sephiroth. Fun stuff.
[ His fingers twitch.
Slouched in a padded chair, he blinks slowly at the floor. His body aches and his muscles are stiff, and he's...not really sure why. Everything he sees and hears seems muffled, filtered through a cottony haze, and though there are certain, simple things he understands, he can't focus enough to ask why.
Why does he hurt?
Why is he here?
Why has walking been a challenge until recently?
He doesn't know the answers to these questions or even think to contemplate them. People in white coats flutter around him every day, checking him over, injecting foreign substances into his body, helping him move, instructing him...
He never comments, either. He just does what he's told. ]
Where: Shinra Manor. The infamous basement.
When: A few months after the crisis in Nibelheim.
Rating: R...for repulsive horribleness.
Summary: Science. Experiments. Zack being drugged up and recovering from the fight with Sephiroth. Fun stuff.
[ His fingers twitch.
Slouched in a padded chair, he blinks slowly at the floor. His body aches and his muscles are stiff, and he's...not really sure why. Everything he sees and hears seems muffled, filtered through a cottony haze, and though there are certain, simple things he understands, he can't focus enough to ask why.
Why does he hurt?
Why is he here?
Why has walking been a challenge until recently?
He doesn't know the answers to these questions or even think to contemplate them. People in white coats flutter around him every day, checking him over, injecting foreign substances into his body, helping him move, instructing him...
He never comments, either. He just does what he's told. ]
no subject
However, eventually he finishes his preliminary rounds and comes to stand before the young man in the chair. He mutters a few observations to himself before at last speaking at a volume Zack will be able to hear. ]
Well, good morning, Subject Z. Look at me.
[ And then he waits. He has a pen light in his hand, ready to examine Zack's eyes for their responsiveness and his coordination. ]
no subject
Zack blinks, slow and befuddled at the address. It takes a moment for him to process the directive, but after a few second, he lifts his head and stares at Hojo.
He blinks, and yet again, there's a delay as a flicker of confusion (and perhaps recognition) flits across his face.
What...is this? ]
no subject
[ Hojo mumbles his observations as he watches Zack. ]
Hold still.
[ And then he leans forward, placing his fingers to hold first one and then the other eye open while he shone the penlight in, observing the reaction of Zack's pupils as well as any flinching or other movements that occur. He then pulls back and waits a moment before directing the boy again. He holds up his finger in front of Zack. ]
Look here. Follow with only your eyes.
[ And then he traces simple patterns in the air, again measuring Zack's visual response. Some of the medications he has the former SOLDIER on can have side effects that impair eyesight, and while properly functioning optical nerves are not high on Hojo's priority for him at this time, it would be inconvenient all the same, should Zack's eyes fail him. ]
no subject
He says nothing, though, complying in silence as Hojo examines him. He squints a bit at the bright light shining in his eyes, tears briefly gathering in response.
He blinks to clear them when that part is over, sitting up just a little straighter when Hojo raises a finger. It's not so bad, this, so he watches the movement closely.
His eyesight hasn't suffered, but there are a few times, if Hojo's finger moves a little too fast, that he has trouble following. The sedatives, though helpful in terms of keeping him calm and complicit, have made it more difficult for him to focus. ]
no subject
Good, good, no degeneration there...
Now let's see how the neural reconnections are faring...
[ He slips the pen light into the pocket of his lab coat and instead draws out a reflex hammer. He then proceeds to test the reflexes of Zack's legs as well as poke and prod and generally examine muscle mass and formation as well as the conditions of bones and so forth. He mumbles to himself as he goes, and when he's done, he steps back and adjusts his glasses, regarding Zack squarely. ]
Stand.
no subject
His reflexes are good, though his face does scrunch a little at the sensations every now and then. His muscles, on the other hand, though better than they were weeks before, are still less than what they were before the Nibelheim incident. It's taken time to build up what he does have, especially after the damage he suffered to his back. He's recovering, though, which is something in itself.
Again, he looks at Hojo, and for a moment, he seems...nonplussed. The directive eventually processes, though, to which he leans forward and slowly pushes himself up. His legs don't shake, but he gropes a little for something to hold onto at first. When there's nothing to be had, he stops and...attempts to right himself. The result is a somewhat hunched posture, like he's used to walking with some kind of assistance -- which he is, and not just because of the fact that he's had to learn how to walk again.
The lethargy he feels on a continuous basis makes it so he really needs something (or someone) to, at the very least, guide the steps he takes. ]
no subject
Straighter, if you can.
no subject
His back, though, despite everything, is actually healing well. ]