06-05-2014, 03:38 PM
His mind floated in infinite blackness, a kaleidoscope of images and memories flitting across his thoughts, for a single moment; for an eternity. Hayden, 1 day old, asleep on his chest, breathing peacefully; Ma comforting him when he had broken his finger; Dad playing Risk!; Grandpa sleeping in his chair, newspaper on his chest; Jaime and him in Hawaii on their honeymoon; Babushka making his favorite pirogs; Ayden laying next to him, looking into his eyes. A billion memories, ebbed and flowed across his mind, as he drifted away, the life seeping out of him...
Suddenly he felt as if had been falling and had landed with a thud. His mind was very much awake and he was very much aware of his body. And dear God in heaven he was in so very much pain. He could breathe again, but with each breathe came agonizing pain. It felt like he were breathing shards of glass through his lungs. He felt heat, warming heat in his legs and became aware of orange light on his eyelids. He opened them weakly and saw orange flame. He wasn't able to think clearly. Where am I? What is happening? He tried to move his head and felt cold snow against his ears.
There was movement, voices penetrating the fog, a shadow silhouetted against the orange glow, the feeling of hands behind his head, lifting. He heard words but he didn't know what they were. Through the shadow he could make out a familiar face, but couldn't place it. It felt as though he had been hit in the head, it was so hard to think.
And then there was no way he could think. He felt as though he were plunged into a frozen pond, his agonizing breaths coming in shallow droughts. He felt like he was drowning, sinking, desperately gasping for air. It went on for an eternity. And suddenly- as if a popped bubble- he could breath freely again and his head was clear. He was looking up at Jensen. Off to his side moved another dark man.
"What happened?"
was all he could think to say. His last memory was getting shot and his life slowly drifting away. And now he was clear headed. He tried to sit up and got woozy. He was tired.
Edited by Connor Kent, Jun 5 2014, 04:10 PM.
Suddenly he felt as if had been falling and had landed with a thud. His mind was very much awake and he was very much aware of his body. And dear God in heaven he was in so very much pain. He could breathe again, but with each breathe came agonizing pain. It felt like he were breathing shards of glass through his lungs. He felt heat, warming heat in his legs and became aware of orange light on his eyelids. He opened them weakly and saw orange flame. He wasn't able to think clearly. Where am I? What is happening? He tried to move his head and felt cold snow against his ears.
There was movement, voices penetrating the fog, a shadow silhouetted against the orange glow, the feeling of hands behind his head, lifting. He heard words but he didn't know what they were. Through the shadow he could make out a familiar face, but couldn't place it. It felt as though he had been hit in the head, it was so hard to think.
And then there was no way he could think. He felt as though he were plunged into a frozen pond, his agonizing breaths coming in shallow droughts. He felt like he was drowning, sinking, desperately gasping for air. It went on for an eternity. And suddenly- as if a popped bubble- he could breath freely again and his head was clear. He was looking up at Jensen. Off to his side moved another dark man.
"What happened?"
was all he could think to say. His last memory was getting shot and his life slowly drifting away. And now he was clear headed. He tried to sit up and got woozy. He was tired.
Edited by Connor Kent, Jun 5 2014, 04:10 PM.