[The first thing she is conscious of is the dim fact that she is unconscious. Like realising you're in the vacuum of space, a tiny piece of flotsam drifting in the deep dark, being pulled towards the airlock by a safety line. The eternal expanse of unconsciousness narrows, fills with air and sound and light just on the other side of her eyelids, she just has to open them--
The bright lights above her head, though dimmed by the opacity of her visor, make hot tears spring to her eyes. It takes her a few moments to connect the wires of her memory - there's a second where she imagines she's in a medbay on the fleet before she remembers with a jolt. The CDC. Medical stasis. A tube sticking out of the port in her suit, which in turn connects to a small cannula permanently implanted in her arm. This much she is used to. Just like old times. She just doesn't have anyone here to share those old times with.
Before anything else, though, because she is a child of the 22nd century, she reaches for her blackglass. A huge, huge string of TO: ALL messages and, at the very end... Shepard.]
FROM: vasneema.talizorah@cdc.org
Just woke u
[Before she can finish typing, the sound of someone moving in the room makes her look over. Small grin on her face, she deletes what she had on the screen, and...]
FROM: vasneema.talizorah@cdc.org
Look around.
[If Shepard turns round, it'll be to see Tali pushing herself upright on the bed, on arms that feel like rubber.]
... i hope you were ready for tl;dr
The bright lights above her head, though dimmed by the opacity of her visor, make hot tears spring to her eyes. It takes her a few moments to connect the wires of her memory - there's a second where she imagines she's in a medbay on the fleet before she remembers with a jolt. The CDC. Medical stasis. A tube sticking out of the port in her suit, which in turn connects to a small cannula permanently implanted in her arm. This much she is used to. Just like old times. She just doesn't have anyone here to share those old times with.
Before anything else, though, because she is a child of the 22nd century, she reaches for her blackglass. A huge, huge string of TO: ALL messages and, at the very end... Shepard.]
FROM: vasneema.talizorah@cdc.org
Just woke u
[Before she can finish typing, the sound of someone moving in the room makes her look over. Small grin on her face, she deletes what she had on the screen, and...]
FROM: vasneema.talizorah@cdc.org
Look around.
[If Shepard turns round, it'll be to see Tali pushing herself upright on the bed, on arms that feel like rubber.]