Nightmare the Second
She had no idea how long they had been gone, just that they were and she was here in the infirmary all alone. She was wandering around, barefoot, and it was so very, very cold. Her arms were wrapped around her, and she swore she could see her breath puffing out from between her chattering lips. Never had she felt such a deep cold before. Her whole body shivered, and it there was nothing she could do to preserve any heat.
Her next step was halted, and the sole of her foot stuck to the floor. She tripped and fell forward, landing hard on her knees and right hand. Panting, she tried to push herself up and stand, but it was no use, each piece of skin that had come into contact with the ground was now irrevocably stuck. She tugged experimentally, but nothing budged. The need to find warmth quickly overrode caution, giving her abnormal strength in her desperation. With a snarl, she ripped her hands off the floor, one by one, followed by her knees, ignoring the pain as flesh was ripped from her body.
The blood burned as it ran down her chilled extremities, and she looked down at the injuries. She raised her right hand and examined it curiously, the flesh from her palm and the pressure points on all her fingers completely stripped, exposing raw tissue and muscle. The image burned into her brain and the searing pain had her eyes squeezing shut as she screamed, the sensations in her mind the same as the skin being rendered from her body when she stood. She fell forward again as the agony buckled her knees, the ground rushing up to meet her....
...she continued to fall, as darkness overcame her, and the anticipate impact with the floor never came. Instead, she was sitting bolt upright in the infirmary bed with a loud, startled whimper. Frantically, her eyes sought her right hand, the skin intact yet still burning as if she had grabbed a burning brand, her knees throbbing with phantom pains. The cool semi-darkness of the infirmary was soothing, and the nurse that had rushed to her side murmured nonsensical phrases as she coaxed the frightened Athosian back down onto the mattress.
She was shaking again, and her fingers brushed against her temple absently, as the lack of the presence her mind so desperately wanted was silently lamented. She prayed that John got a hold of Michael soon. She didn't know how much more of this she could take.
Her next step was halted, and the sole of her foot stuck to the floor. She tripped and fell forward, landing hard on her knees and right hand. Panting, she tried to push herself up and stand, but it was no use, each piece of skin that had come into contact with the ground was now irrevocably stuck. She tugged experimentally, but nothing budged. The need to find warmth quickly overrode caution, giving her abnormal strength in her desperation. With a snarl, she ripped her hands off the floor, one by one, followed by her knees, ignoring the pain as flesh was ripped from her body.
The blood burned as it ran down her chilled extremities, and she looked down at the injuries. She raised her right hand and examined it curiously, the flesh from her palm and the pressure points on all her fingers completely stripped, exposing raw tissue and muscle. The image burned into her brain and the searing pain had her eyes squeezing shut as she screamed, the sensations in her mind the same as the skin being rendered from her body when she stood. She fell forward again as the agony buckled her knees, the ground rushing up to meet her....
...she continued to fall, as darkness overcame her, and the anticipate impact with the floor never came. Instead, she was sitting bolt upright in the infirmary bed with a loud, startled whimper. Frantically, her eyes sought her right hand, the skin intact yet still burning as if she had grabbed a burning brand, her knees throbbing with phantom pains. The cool semi-darkness of the infirmary was soothing, and the nurse that had rushed to her side murmured nonsensical phrases as she coaxed the frightened Athosian back down onto the mattress.
She was shaking again, and her fingers brushed against her temple absently, as the lack of the presence her mind so desperately wanted was silently lamented. She prayed that John got a hold of Michael soon. She didn't know how much more of this she could take.