04-19-2024, 09:50 AM
Consciousness fell in and out. He felt wind whipping around him, cars honking. The darkness came and faded with a bright white light, beeping sounds.
Hands on his body held him down. "Shush. Sleep now." He remembered Oriena, but that wasn't her voice. Nox struggled to wake up but soon he was back in the darkness flittering about with flames and sharp toothed smiles bearing down on him.
A sharp stabbing in his arm woke him to bright lights and many voices around him. He was burning up yet there was cold all around. It was an odd sensation. A strange voice spoke softly, "He's waking up."
Nox struggled against the hands trying to hold him down, remnants of the nightmares he'd been having clinging to the reality with the sharp pain in his arm. But that fleeting moment passed another strange voice spoke clearly, "Sedative."
The darkness came in hard and fast and the nightmares picked up with fire and death and kids, more faces added to his death toll. Things he barely remembered doing yet his mind picked their faces clearly from the memories he did have. The only clear memory of the night he'd just had.
The soft hum of florescent lights pulled Nox from his slumber. The occasional click of the machine next to him as it released a tiny drop. Movement outside his open door.
Nox's eyes fluttered open and the bright lights stared him down and he had to blink several times before the lights gave way to actual sights. His head hurt. He was no longer floating in a ball of inferno and ice. The sheets covered him and he felt naked underneath. "Where the fuck am I?" Nox tried to speak but his mouth was dry and it came out more like a croak than anything.
The small tube in his arm ached. He didn't look. He knew he'd find an IV.
At least he wasn't dead... Or being eaten alive... The hospital was much better. Though not any safer. He knew his blood was not contagious now -- that was one fact he'd gladly learned -- he wouldn't make anyone else like him with that. But they'd have a lot more questions. He needed to get out of here.
Nox tried to move to get out of bed and find his things. But it was a lot more difficult than he anticipated and slumped back in the bed and closed his eyes. "Maybe a few more minutes won't kill me."
Hands on his body held him down. "Shush. Sleep now." He remembered Oriena, but that wasn't her voice. Nox struggled to wake up but soon he was back in the darkness flittering about with flames and sharp toothed smiles bearing down on him.
A sharp stabbing in his arm woke him to bright lights and many voices around him. He was burning up yet there was cold all around. It was an odd sensation. A strange voice spoke softly, "He's waking up."
Nox struggled against the hands trying to hold him down, remnants of the nightmares he'd been having clinging to the reality with the sharp pain in his arm. But that fleeting moment passed another strange voice spoke clearly, "Sedative."
The darkness came in hard and fast and the nightmares picked up with fire and death and kids, more faces added to his death toll. Things he barely remembered doing yet his mind picked their faces clearly from the memories he did have. The only clear memory of the night he'd just had.
The soft hum of florescent lights pulled Nox from his slumber. The occasional click of the machine next to him as it released a tiny drop. Movement outside his open door.
Nox's eyes fluttered open and the bright lights stared him down and he had to blink several times before the lights gave way to actual sights. His head hurt. He was no longer floating in a ball of inferno and ice. The sheets covered him and he felt naked underneath. "Where the fuck am I?" Nox tried to speak but his mouth was dry and it came out more like a croak than anything.
The small tube in his arm ached. He didn't look. He knew he'd find an IV.
At least he wasn't dead... Or being eaten alive... The hospital was much better. Though not any safer. He knew his blood was not contagious now -- that was one fact he'd gladly learned -- he wouldn't make anyone else like him with that. But they'd have a lot more questions. He needed to get out of here.
Nox tried to move to get out of bed and find his things. But it was a lot more difficult than he anticipated and slumped back in the bed and closed his eyes. "Maybe a few more minutes won't kill me."
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