Wait.
Time.
Patience.
Anxiety.
… And tiredness. Vinzent’s time in this car after quite a few days could be described as oddly quiet. Not by choice, but by his self-imposed obligation. Despite the areas of his injuries being the least inconvenient (but still not less severe, part of his face still got burns after all, as his wrist is as well), it still was dreadful to deal with returning to a familiar place that he left roughly ten years ago.
Perhaps not everything was the same as his local hospital but still… He hates these places. Regardless of the layout. Despite knowing full well that it’s supposed to be a good place to heal and treat people…
Some old memories still crept up. Ugh. And yet, this is a car, not an actual building. (…?)
Rarely did he have to move anywhere with this much freedom in this car, not that he couldn’t the last time he stayed in a real hospital, but he was often intercepted. … Anyway. Soon, Vinzent found himself near one of the doctor’s offices. He glances around, unsure whenever to step in or not.
… And a shot of pain through his head. Immediately, he pressed his fingers where it started, to try to massage it off. Was it convenient that he was still in his punk clothes, boots included? No. Did he want to put on a gown instead? Still no. Unless he absolutely had to. Part of him knew he should have put it on, but… His stubborness is either going to help him or be a nuisance to himself. It can be only these two options.
As soon as the pain subsided, however, someone caught his eye not too far.
… It was Viper.
Fuck. What does he say? Attempts to talk to her the few times that happened lately have turned out horribly, not to mention his crisis in the mines a while ago. If Vinzent opens his mouth now, he feels like he’ll say anything stupid or upsetting and it wouldn’t end well. However, he does not make an attempt to get away from her or closer to her. He’s just another person in the end. If Viper wishes to talk to him, she can. Or not. Whichever happens, it doesn’t matter.
Well, that’s not quite true that it doesn’t matter. Deep down, Vinzent desperately wants to just resolve this problem between himself and Viper for once and for all. It wouldn’t matter to him if they never become friends ever again, but just… Burying the hatchet would already be something. The question is, how would he articulate it without unintentionally making it sound like a personal attack? To the point of being misunderstood and in turn misunderstanding Viper, leading to another spiral of drama? He doesn’t want that.
He’s not sure. … And he gets the feeling he should be mad at her for the right reasons but… Is it useful right now? Likely not. Maybe the current feeling that he could only describe for himself is… Guilt.
Vinzent looked like he clearly wanted to say something, but actively held himself back from saying it outloud. He had to pick his words carefully after all.
… But what if being too careful isn’t helpful either? The pain in his head still lingers, maybe he’s overthinking? That must be it. He also felt some pain on his burned areas but once again, maybe that’s just him. After what seemed like an eternity of silence…
“Hey.” Oh, so he’s going to talk to her.
“I’m sorry, Viper.”
…
That’s it? Something in him feel like he should say much more, something else in addition, but…
He’s physically not doing great, that’s for sure. And for now, he’ll wait on her reaction. If it’s negative, well… He’ll understand. But he has yet to hear her response, or see it before figuring out the next thing to say. Or saying nothing.
How does he even communicate, again? Vinzent felt like it got worse over time. But if he tries, is it really worse or is it much better than doing nothing at all to fix this?
