(part I is here: ( http://fuguestate.deviantart.com/art/Mending-99343714 )
Evey whirled around at the sound of V's voice.
He was blinking slowly, staring up at the ceiling. She experienced a moment's disorientation upon seeing him, having irrationally expected the masked man in black to go with the voice and instead seeing the damaged stranger she'd been tending. Then he sighed, and the small sound re-established his identity for her, pulling her toward him.
"V?" She stopped just short of touching him, uncertain of the new boundaries his wakefulness might cause. His eyes - so unfamiliar, and yet exactly as she'd imagined - drifted toward her.
"Evey." She watched in fascination as she actually saw him smile for the first time - a peaceful, happy shadow of the Fawkesian grin she'd known. "There you are. I found you..." His hand reached up to touch her.
But upon seeing his own bared arm as