Post by Rikku on Jan 17, 2005 17:23:59 GMT -5
Strangled gasp escaped her mangled throat, her body playing upheaval with the gurney she lay on, struggling for breath her lungs refused to work properly. Looking down she saw the reason why, large oval tubes, stuck this way and that from her chest. Her mouth gaped in pain, as her porcelain hand gripped the first yellowish cylinder taking in as much air as her lungs would allow, she tore the tube from body, taking skin, blood and tissue with it.
Bending over in anguish, her eyes smarted and she prayed she hadn’t damaged her lungs in the action. Moaning, she took a hold of the other pipe, wincing at the pressure pronounced upon it. Again taking her breath, lungs filling slightly her hand hesitated now knowing the pain that would rack her body. But it had to be done!
Yanking as she did, scream emitting her vocal offrice, ragged as her lungs filled with the precious gas. Heaving herself up to sitting position, still gasping air fuck!, her head pounded, as revelations of what had occurred fell into place. A flashback rocked her consciousness, making her eyes roll in her skull….
…Shoppers screamed their last breaths, shattered glass, wailing children watching the horror before their eyes… her family, dying, gasping for breath, but no reliving consciousness…
…. Back to reality, she ripped the rest of the mini IV lines and general incivilities from her body. Struggling from the bed, wearing only a nightgown, her legs refused to hold the weight of her body. She collapsed to the lanolin floor with a thud, grunting as she watched blood trickling from her nose, onto the passion white flooring tiles; wiping it away with the back of her delicate hand she grabbed for the side of the bed, dragging herself to her feet, still wobbly, shaking muscles coming back in to use, too quickly.
Emerging from her private room, the halls quiet enough to hear the screech of damp feet squeaking upon the floor, cringing Rikku managed to find the nurses station! Strewn across the floor were important forms, shattered glass littered the hallways, the cabinet behind torn to shreds, remnants of dried blood cast onto the wood. She gagged, holding herself, looking down at her chest – the wound was bad, …supplies would be good!… she thought.
According to the signs on her floor, the pharmacy was the next level up, she made her way, slowly but gaining more action and realisation of where she was, still – where was everyone?
The Pharmacy was locked as per usual, but that didn’t stop her, smashing the remaining glass with a nearby chair, she clambered through, careful not to cut herself again. Collecting what she needed, she found a bag at the second nurse’s station down the hall, shovelling the supplies in, Rikku made her way towards the exit.
Surfacing from the lanolin floors to the entrance, she squinted as the brightness stung her eyes. Stepping through the glass doors, onto the concrete steps. A city of death lay before her, cars overturned, luggage lay where people had dropped them, crashed ambulances, total chaos!
The time of her survival had begun…..
Bending over in anguish, her eyes smarted and she prayed she hadn’t damaged her lungs in the action. Moaning, she took a hold of the other pipe, wincing at the pressure pronounced upon it. Again taking her breath, lungs filling slightly her hand hesitated now knowing the pain that would rack her body. But it had to be done!
Yanking as she did, scream emitting her vocal offrice, ragged as her lungs filled with the precious gas. Heaving herself up to sitting position, still gasping air fuck!, her head pounded, as revelations of what had occurred fell into place. A flashback rocked her consciousness, making her eyes roll in her skull….
…Shoppers screamed their last breaths, shattered glass, wailing children watching the horror before their eyes… her family, dying, gasping for breath, but no reliving consciousness…
…. Back to reality, she ripped the rest of the mini IV lines and general incivilities from her body. Struggling from the bed, wearing only a nightgown, her legs refused to hold the weight of her body. She collapsed to the lanolin floor with a thud, grunting as she watched blood trickling from her nose, onto the passion white flooring tiles; wiping it away with the back of her delicate hand she grabbed for the side of the bed, dragging herself to her feet, still wobbly, shaking muscles coming back in to use, too quickly.
Emerging from her private room, the halls quiet enough to hear the screech of damp feet squeaking upon the floor, cringing Rikku managed to find the nurses station! Strewn across the floor were important forms, shattered glass littered the hallways, the cabinet behind torn to shreds, remnants of dried blood cast onto the wood. She gagged, holding herself, looking down at her chest – the wound was bad, …supplies would be good!… she thought.
According to the signs on her floor, the pharmacy was the next level up, she made her way, slowly but gaining more action and realisation of where she was, still – where was everyone?
The Pharmacy was locked as per usual, but that didn’t stop her, smashing the remaining glass with a nearby chair, she clambered through, careful not to cut herself again. Collecting what she needed, she found a bag at the second nurse’s station down the hall, shovelling the supplies in, Rikku made her way towards the exit.
Surfacing from the lanolin floors to the entrance, she squinted as the brightness stung her eyes. Stepping through the glass doors, onto the concrete steps. A city of death lay before her, cars overturned, luggage lay where people had dropped them, crashed ambulances, total chaos!
The time of her survival had begun…..
