The needle had barely hurt. Nothing compared to the deep, ragged ache of the wound in his chest, which he knew by experience was a fairly bad one. Not life-threatening, but definitely the worst of his injuries. The drugs dulled it, but also put his head in a fog. He would rather feel the pain.
He sighed, easing back, letting the antidote do its work. He couldn't feel anything different, yet.
David eyed the pathologist for a few moments, thinking. He had to be careful with this next part.
He met Rakitin's eyes, which were dark, unusual for a man of his coloring, that straw-pale hair. He almost didn't look Russian, but as David studied the angle of his cheekbones and jaw, he could see it.
He wondered if a real Russian would know the pathologist's heritage as a matter of course; there were things that David simply didn't know, by virtue of the fact that he'd grown up somewhere else, far away from the Motherland, regardless of how well he'd learned to speak the language. His father had seen to that, but there were everyday knowledges that David just didn't have. It made some things problematic.
David decided not to ask.
"So...what will happen to me now?"
His voice was careful, but more tired than wary.
"What if...I don't remember? At least, not right away."
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Date: 2007-10-27 06:21 pm (UTC)The needle had barely hurt. Nothing compared to the deep, ragged ache of the wound in his chest, which he knew by experience was a fairly bad one. Not life-threatening, but definitely the worst of his injuries. The drugs dulled it, but also put his head in a fog. He would rather feel the pain.
He sighed, easing back, letting the antidote do its work. He couldn't feel anything different, yet.
David eyed the pathologist for a few moments, thinking. He had to be careful with this next part.
He met Rakitin's eyes, which were dark, unusual for a man of his coloring, that straw-pale hair. He almost didn't look Russian, but as David studied the angle of his cheekbones and jaw, he could see it.
He wondered if a real Russian would know the pathologist's heritage as a matter of course; there were things that David simply didn't know, by virtue of the fact that he'd grown up somewhere else, far away from the Motherland, regardless of how well he'd learned to speak the language. His father had seen to that, but there were everyday knowledges that David just didn't have. It made some things problematic.
David decided not to ask.
"So...what will happen to me now?"
His voice was careful, but more tired than wary.
"What if...I don't remember? At least, not right away."