And Justice For All

Sounds were leaking into Rudy’s consciousness.  Like the sound of steady rain with no meaning to it at first.  A noise to be ignored and he tried to ignore it.  Noises didn’t stop and his fogged mind finally seemed to realize it wasn’t rain or some other background detail but voices.
 
Rudy felt tired, the sort from weakness and having slept too long.  A part of him wanted to try and fade back out again but the other part of his mind was trying to conceive where he was and what was going on.  Names spoke slowly formed the images of family in his mind.  

‘After what he did to Gwyn’ was the first thing that he could really latch onto as his mind worked more.  Gwyn?  Rudy took a deeper slow breath.  It felt like he was trying to pull himself out of a deep lake.  Effort was taken to open his eyes.  Infirmary.  

Rudy felt groggy and disoriented but slowly he was catching up on the situation at least to the degree of where he was and who he was with.  Something about something being done to Gwynn? A leg twitched as he tried moving his body for the first time.  Rudy felt weak as a pup and let out another slow breath, paused midway.  Bowen?

He tried to lift his head, it didn’t go up very far.  Rudy really needed to wake up more.  “Bo?” Soft confusion mixed with hope, “Bowen?” Rolling his head a bit to focus his gaze on Bowen and Art and then noticing Tam and Gwynn were also in the room. “Your back.” Rudy was focusing on that first.  His head felt fuzzy and there was just too much to wrap his mind around.  She was a mess and Art was injured and there was probably more he should notice.  Hell of a way to wake up.

Rudyard Carpathius