Post by Blake Riina Kildal on May 20, 2010 1:14:53 GMT -5
It was a steady beat that was the first thing that was apparent to her. The next was the sensation in her arm, the feeling of something in her. Everything was dull, distant, like she had cotton in her ears. Muffled and dark, but she could tell she was lying on something soft, not in her room. Nothing beeped in her room that she was aware of, and there was a slight pain in her arm, like a pinch. Everything was stiff and it hurt; a dull aching throb. She moved slightly, and felt weak.
Blake opened her eyes, blinking at the bright glaring lights above her and shifted slightly, wincing at the pain. She felt herself waking up even more, able to hear faint voices in the far room. Shifting slightly, she turned her head, blue eyes blinking blearily at the door that separated her from the rest of the infirmary.
The tiny girl looked around, not moving more than she had to, already exhausted. There was a chair there, someone had recently vacated it. Her sense of time was skewed, she knew that much. Morning or night did not mean much to her as she blinked. She opened her eyes what seemed like only a second later, but in truth some time had passed. She shifted again, uncomfortable in her position. It wasn’t long before she was back asleep once more, resting peacefully.
A few days were spent this way as her body healed itself, always too weak to do anything but sleep and let herself receive medical attention. As far as she knew, she didn’t have any visitors except for medical staff, yet she always felt as if someone were there. It was a slightly comforting thing to her, having someone there. She hated being alone.
Alone.
That one word held so much for her that she couldn’t take it. She never closed her door, never locked it, hated being alone and always sought out people. One thing that she was certain, was that she wasn’t alone. The other was that she was most certainly not dead. There was pain and she wouldn’t be in a hospital. Well, she wouldn’t be in a nice place, that was for sure.
The dreams came and went, never staying long and just wisps that floated away on her fogged brain. After a while, the dreams started becoming more certain, just like everything else, not at all the dreamscape that she’d been used too. Things were more clear; she knew now that she was back in her room. That was all that mattered, she was back where she belonged.
Things were different, her room was more cluttered and there was a chair by her bed that was well used, from all the staff that had been taking rotations under Rowan’s direction. Rowan understood Blake hated being alone, despite her actions, she was terrified of being alone. That was one thing she was grateful for, Rowan wouldn’t leave her alone, especially now.
Shifting and sending the sheets sliding over her body, she turned and faced the door, still tired and weak, waiting to see who was the next to come through the door, to check on her and make sure that she was still alive.
Blake opened her eyes, blinking at the bright glaring lights above her and shifted slightly, wincing at the pain. She felt herself waking up even more, able to hear faint voices in the far room. Shifting slightly, she turned her head, blue eyes blinking blearily at the door that separated her from the rest of the infirmary.
The tiny girl looked around, not moving more than she had to, already exhausted. There was a chair there, someone had recently vacated it. Her sense of time was skewed, she knew that much. Morning or night did not mean much to her as she blinked. She opened her eyes what seemed like only a second later, but in truth some time had passed. She shifted again, uncomfortable in her position. It wasn’t long before she was back asleep once more, resting peacefully.
A few days were spent this way as her body healed itself, always too weak to do anything but sleep and let herself receive medical attention. As far as she knew, she didn’t have any visitors except for medical staff, yet she always felt as if someone were there. It was a slightly comforting thing to her, having someone there. She hated being alone.
Alone.
That one word held so much for her that she couldn’t take it. She never closed her door, never locked it, hated being alone and always sought out people. One thing that she was certain, was that she wasn’t alone. The other was that she was most certainly not dead. There was pain and she wouldn’t be in a hospital. Well, she wouldn’t be in a nice place, that was for sure.
The dreams came and went, never staying long and just wisps that floated away on her fogged brain. After a while, the dreams started becoming more certain, just like everything else, not at all the dreamscape that she’d been used too. Things were more clear; she knew now that she was back in her room. That was all that mattered, she was back where she belonged.
Things were different, her room was more cluttered and there was a chair by her bed that was well used, from all the staff that had been taking rotations under Rowan’s direction. Rowan understood Blake hated being alone, despite her actions, she was terrified of being alone. That was one thing she was grateful for, Rowan wouldn’t leave her alone, especially now.
Shifting and sending the sheets sliding over her body, she turned and faced the door, still tired and weak, waiting to see who was the next to come through the door, to check on her and make sure that she was still alive.
