| From: | Jett zmjett@*********.com |
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| Subject: | Hurt |
| Date: | Sat, 12 Jun 1999 00:37:55 -0400 |
>>>>>[It's dark...very dark...I hurt all over. There's a burning pain in
my side. Am I dead? I don't know. It's so dark...I can't see. But I can
feel things around me...I couldn't feel anything when I died before.
The first thing I see, before I open my eyes, is a flashing red
light behind my eyelids, low in the corner. Just a small red dot that
flashes, on, off, on, off, hypnotically. More time passes, and I forget
what I was thinking. It takes me a while to realize that the light is
the error display of my headcomm. I watch the light flash a while
longer.
I lay there for a while, listening to my body hurt. EVERYthing
hurts. Things around me becoming a little clearer, and my senses spill
outwards from this small, dark room inside my mind. Whatever I'm laying
on is soft.
Finally, I open my eyes. The error light on my headcomm goes off. I
feel familiar coolness on my cheeks, vapor drifting down from the empty
pits that are my eyes. Aside from that little relief, everything else
feels like it's burning, tight, tense. I'm staring at a ceiling, blank,
white, that I know isn't anywhere I know. This place doesn't smell like
a hospital, doesn't have hospital sounds. I can't see anything else from
this position. I try to lift my upper body, to sit up. I expect it to
hurt, of course...but no idea just how much.
My muscles react violently in protest, and I'm wracked by spasms,
seizures violent enough that my body arches several inches off the
mattress. A shriek escapes my throat in memory...I was on the man in the
leather mask, ready to finish him...then, burning electric pain...blood
turned to acid in my veins, wracked by wave after wave of agony before
darkness seized me in its jaws and dragged me down.
I close my eyes again as the seizures pass and I'm left sprawled on
the ground, feeling the slow tickle of blood trickling down my bare
stomach. I'm hurt badly, I know that much. I'm still bleeding from the
wound in my side, and every muscle in my body feels like it's been
stripped from the bone and stapled back into place. It's been a long
time since I've been hurt like this, known pain like this. I feel so
weak, so helpless. A while longer passes.
It takes a while for me to remember how my headcomm works, it seems.
But it's something I can do without moving, thanks to my commlink.
That's how I'm recording this: electronic telepathy into my headware
memory. The comm unit itself is useless...trying to send or receive a
signal gets me only static or the banshee-screech of feedback. But I can
still use it: the clock was damaged, I think, by the spell. It reset
itself. Judging by the numbers it is spitting out, it's been 18 hours
since I was attacked. 18 hours that I've been unconscious, or wishing I
was. And something's not right at all...I'm still bleeding. The wound
isn't closing.
But the pain is getting farther away again, and I'm drifting.
Darkness pulls at the edges of my consciousness again, unravelling
it...and I let it.]<<<<<
-- Jett <00:32:32/06-12-60>
