White NoiseAs he regained consciousness, in the slow hangover-y way near asphyxiation will do to a body, Medic noticed two things of major importance.White Noise1 day ago in General Fiction More Like This
One: it was silent. No throaty bear-chuckle from Heavy, no bickering between Demo and the insane fire bender. Not even the usual laughably pathetic flirtations of “Avatar” Scout in his attempts to woo Miss Pauling.
Even after living the metropolis that was the Northern Water Tribe, Medic was used to living surrounded by sound. Wherever he was waking up now was unnervingly quiet. It took something special to make the master waterbender uneasy.
Two: Medic could smell a very familiar scent. Faint but distinct, coppery, slightly rotten from sitting too long in open air but intoxicating in its familiarity.
Something was bleeding.
Medic could only hope it wasn't himself that was the one bleeding. His luck when it came to avoiding injuries wasn't all sunshine and Dove-moths since hooking up with the latest incarnation of