The first thing to return to Ragnar Lothbrok after being in a comatose state for six days was his hearing. He could hear the door chime open as tapping footsteps approached his bed rest. As he opened his eyes slowly, he squinted. His vision was still blurry, and the lighting in the room only added to the Swedo-Danish man's blindness. He could faintly hear two women's voices, speaking something in a language he didn't understand. It had sounded almost like the voices of the Chinese medicine woman he had once murdered, only the Taiyou dialect was also very different and less tingy, more bold and completely foreign to him.
As the sedatives wore off and his eyes adjusted to the light in the room, Ragnar slowly regained his eyesight, just in time to have a small Asiatic woman lift his eyelids open and shine a small pen flashlight into his eyes. His eyes were icey blue like the sky under the flashing light as his dark black pupils became small and dilated. He followed the pen light with his eyes before glancing down to see the Taiyou nurse checking his heartbeat with a strange metal instrument. His pulse and breathing had returned to normal.
The nurse then proceeded to check on his wounds and see how he was fairing. Ragnar was healing quickly, much faster than he would have possibly recovered back at Iskjerne Bay, though he had completely lost his sense of direction, where he was, and the time and date. His body was still numb and recovering from his loss of physical feeling. The surgeons had done a fine job of cleaning all the dirt and blood off of him and stitching his wounds. The scars left behind by his injuries would be very fine and thin, and would likely fade over time. Soon, he would be back to his normal self again.
At that moment, Livia would creep up behind the nurse and look down at him. Ragnar did not recognize her, even for a moment as she examined the stitchings on his forehead. What she would have noticed from him was a weariness and weakness that few Norsemen ever showed, yet there was also a fury, madness and crudeness in his bold blue eyes, the likeness of which Livia and her Taiyou nurses had never seen before. Was he a very angry individual, or was that just his natural facial expression? It was hard to tell with someone like Ragnar Lothbrok, and she must have wondered where he had come from, and how he came to be in the condition he was in now. Surely someone or something had meant to kill this man, but had failed thanks to her helping hands.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," Livia greeted him with a straight face, smiling slightly.
At that moment, Ragnar's feeling slowly started to come back to him. He tried to sit up, but something was stopping him. Ragnar could suddenly feel the leather restraints around his neck, wrists and ankles as he wiggled around for a moment before looking up at Livia from his hospital bed. He peered into her own eyes quietly before speaking.
"Where am I?" he asked softly, his deep mellow voice clearly not matching his expression. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ragnar still thought he was dead. Was this the Christian heaven? Or their hell? He wondered quietly, taking a mental note of the bright red cross on the nurse's hat as he glanced over at the tablet and everything else in his view point.
As the sedatives wore off and his eyes adjusted to the light in the room, Ragnar slowly regained his eyesight, just in time to have a small Asiatic woman lift his eyelids open and shine a small pen flashlight into his eyes. His eyes were icey blue like the sky under the flashing light as his dark black pupils became small and dilated. He followed the pen light with his eyes before glancing down to see the Taiyou nurse checking his heartbeat with a strange metal instrument. His pulse and breathing had returned to normal.
The nurse then proceeded to check on his wounds and see how he was fairing. Ragnar was healing quickly, much faster than he would have possibly recovered back at Iskjerne Bay, though he had completely lost his sense of direction, where he was, and the time and date. His body was still numb and recovering from his loss of physical feeling. The surgeons had done a fine job of cleaning all the dirt and blood off of him and stitching his wounds. The scars left behind by his injuries would be very fine and thin, and would likely fade over time. Soon, he would be back to his normal self again.
At that moment, Livia would creep up behind the nurse and look down at him. Ragnar did not recognize her, even for a moment as she examined the stitchings on his forehead. What she would have noticed from him was a weariness and weakness that few Norsemen ever showed, yet there was also a fury, madness and crudeness in his bold blue eyes, the likeness of which Livia and her Taiyou nurses had never seen before. Was he a very angry individual, or was that just his natural facial expression? It was hard to tell with someone like Ragnar Lothbrok, and she must have wondered where he had come from, and how he came to be in the condition he was in now. Surely someone or something had meant to kill this man, but had failed thanks to her helping hands.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," Livia greeted him with a straight face, smiling slightly.
At that moment, Ragnar's feeling slowly started to come back to him. He tried to sit up, but something was stopping him. Ragnar could suddenly feel the leather restraints around his neck, wrists and ankles as he wiggled around for a moment before looking up at Livia from his hospital bed. He peered into her own eyes quietly before speaking.
"Where am I?" he asked softly, his deep mellow voice clearly not matching his expression. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ragnar still thought he was dead. Was this the Christian heaven? Or their hell? He wondered quietly, taking a mental note of the bright red cross on the nurse's hat as he glanced over at the tablet and everything else in his view point.