[center][hr][hr][img]https://i.imgur.com/V9rDRI7.jpg[/img][hr][hr][/center][sub][color=bd33a4]Location: Medical [center]Interactions: [@dreamingflowers] , [@Daxam][/center] [right][i]stay a while?[/i][/right][/color][hr][/sub]

Poppy's words were soothing, and her hand was warm against Indigo's cool skin. The revenant sheepishly met her gaze with their own, nodding slowly at her suggestion, but the last phrase hit them in the chest.

[color=lightcoral]"You got a second life, Indigo."[/color]

[color=bd33a4]A second life...[/color]

Colour sparked in their eyes. They were given a second chance. Another go at life....only, they couldn't remember their last one. How could they make the most out of a second go-around if they couldn't remember what they did wrong the first time? Frustrated inwardly, Indigo stifled a grimace, turning their face away from the medic as a feign of shyness. Disappointment filled their stomach with ice water. 

Poppy's words and reassuring touch lingered in the air that Indigo exhaled slowly. They hadn't realized they'd been holding it in. Though they weren't positive of being completely safe, it was nice to believe the red-haired stranger. She did so much as to make sure they weren't injured, and made them feel welcome to stay.

Corpses never bothered with such niceties. They would just stare blankly through you, up into the sky, at nothing, patiently waiting for your trespassing to cease. 

Indigo watched Poppy leave, slowly coming to a stand just as a metallic knock against the privacy screen startled them. Turning alot quicker than they meant to, hints of UV purple blurred their body, abruptly dissipating when they came to a halt. Widened eyes relaxed once they fell upon a familiar face. It was the stranger from outside that visited Poppy. What was his name again? 

Indigo mirrored Sean's friendly smile, eyes flicking to the ground sheepishly. [color=bd33a4]"That obvious, is it?"[/color] Indigo huffed with a half-chuckle, shrugging their sharp shoulders and stuffing their hands into their pockets. [color=bd33a4]"To be honest, I think I'd like to get familiar with my surroundings before I start trying to dig through my head. I wouldn't mind help with that, if you're up for it."[/color] Familiar surroundings meant that Indigo would be able to relax more, and also search for possible routes of escape if things went wrong. While the people they met so far seemed nice, the last time they had met someone alive in this wasteland....

They could never be too careful.

Shuffling the discomfort out of their feet, Indigo gazed down at Sean evenly, shoulders slightly tense as they took a look at the prosthetic. [color=bd33a4]"I hate to be nosy, but...are you...like me? Poppy said something about a...second life, but..."[/color] Indigo was trying to choose their words carefully, desperately wanting information but terrified to say anything out of place. They pondered on who was responsible for creating such intricate wirework on this man. It perplexed the nonbinary to the point where their brain could've tied itself in a knot. Despite the desolated state of the world around them, technology was still advancing. From what, Indigo wouldn't be able to say, though they wished they could, and longed for the memories that left wide, yawning gaps in their headspace.  

The thought of them having died was having a hard time sinking in. [color=bd33a4][i]I mean, that explains the waking up in the middle of a street and coughing up gods knew what, but...[/i][/color] It just didn't make any sense.