Waking
Ashes to Ashes Fic :)
Gene and Alex
Title: Waking
Pairing: None really...bit of Galex
The bandages around her head made beads of sweat trickle down her brow. In the night, she’d try to rip them off, relieve the pressure of them as they pushed down on her skull. She’d kick the blankets off and claw desperately for air, knocking her machines to the floor as she screamed in her sleep. The doctors gave her medication through her intravenous drip to calm her, but she was still restless. She’d been found in the cafeteria the day she came around from her coma, sitting on the floor shaking, sweating as she pointed an accusing finger at the television set, screaming. She had smashed two heart monitoring machines on that day shouting, “He didn’t mean it” as she rampaged down the St Mary’s Hospital corridors, pleading for help.
Doctors said it was the bullet. They all said it had hit a section of the brain which controls the differentiation between dreams and reality. That she was merely hallucinating.
Alex closed her eyes as the nurse opened the curtain, a pool of sunlight bathing her pale skin, stemmed with wires and cannulas.
“I can close these if you want to get a bit of sleep. You were a bit restless last night, Alex.” The nurse said, pouring another glass of water into her cup. Alex shook her head and laid her head back on the pillow. “I’m okay, thank you.” The nurse nodded and left the room, touching Alex’s arm gently as she left.
Alex traced her finger along the blue and white wires snaking along her arm and let out a sigh. The TV crackled and fizzed to life and the all too familiar image of Gene came into focus. It was the fifth time today.
“Bolly, please. Just open your eyes, Bols, come on.” Gene whipped his head around and looked around for a second before looking back out of the screen, “Just tell ‘em I didn’t mean it. Tell ‘em I was trying to save yer.” Alex stared at him, his eyes looked as though they hadn’t had a wink of sleep. She leant forward and touched the screen, letting her fingers glide down the squeaky glass texture of his face, “Gene, I wish I could.”
“Coffee?” Ray gave Gene a small nudge and fumbled in his pocket for some change. Gene shook his head a moved his chair a little closer to Alex, who was tucked under the white and orange sheets, her face speckled with dirt as her hair lay matted across the pillow.
“I didn’t mean it, Ray.” He said as Ray collected the coins in his hand. Ray didn’t say a word, but simply nodded and left through the floral curtains. It was the type of nod that was done just to make you feel better. No feeling or truth behind it whatsoever.
Getting to his feet, Gene double checked to see if there were any nurses about as he pulled back the curtain. Ray rounded the corner into the lobby and the patient in the next bed stirred a little. Gene moved the chair back and placed his hands on Alex’s thin shoulders, shaking her limp body a little.
“Bolly, please.” He hissed, touching her face, “Just open your eyes, Bols come on.” There was a commotion from outside the cubicle and he turned, looking to see if anybody was coming in. The nurse outside shuffled past and he continued to talk to her, “Just tell ‘em I didn’t mean it. Tell ‘em I was trying to save yer.” He pleaded, his thumb drumming on her collarbone.
He let go of her and wiped a hand across his face, a slick film of sweat dripping past his nose. On the bed Alex twitched, her hand stretching. He felt his heart stop for a second, that split second of hope as she breathed heavily, as though she were about to say something. Gene tripped over the chair and held her outstretched hand, “Bols?”
“Gene.” Her voice was disjointed and so quiet it was almost a breath. He squeezed her hand, knowing she would wake up, “I wish I could.” Her hand went limp again and her breathing became like that of a deep sleep.
Gene and Alex
Title: Waking
Pairing: None really...bit of Galex
The bandages around her head made beads of sweat trickle down her brow. In the night, she’d try to rip them off, relieve the pressure of them as they pushed down on her skull. She’d kick the blankets off and claw desperately for air, knocking her machines to the floor as she screamed in her sleep. The doctors gave her medication through her intravenous drip to calm her, but she was still restless. She’d been found in the cafeteria the day she came around from her coma, sitting on the floor shaking, sweating as she pointed an accusing finger at the television set, screaming. She had smashed two heart monitoring machines on that day shouting, “He didn’t mean it” as she rampaged down the St Mary’s Hospital corridors, pleading for help.
Doctors said it was the bullet. They all said it had hit a section of the brain which controls the differentiation between dreams and reality. That she was merely hallucinating.
Alex closed her eyes as the nurse opened the curtain, a pool of sunlight bathing her pale skin, stemmed with wires and cannulas.
“I can close these if you want to get a bit of sleep. You were a bit restless last night, Alex.” The nurse said, pouring another glass of water into her cup. Alex shook her head and laid her head back on the pillow. “I’m okay, thank you.” The nurse nodded and left the room, touching Alex’s arm gently as she left.
Alex traced her finger along the blue and white wires snaking along her arm and let out a sigh. The TV crackled and fizzed to life and the all too familiar image of Gene came into focus. It was the fifth time today.
“Bolly, please. Just open your eyes, Bols, come on.” Gene whipped his head around and looked around for a second before looking back out of the screen, “Just tell ‘em I didn’t mean it. Tell ‘em I was trying to save yer.” Alex stared at him, his eyes looked as though they hadn’t had a wink of sleep. She leant forward and touched the screen, letting her fingers glide down the squeaky glass texture of his face, “Gene, I wish I could.”
“Coffee?” Ray gave Gene a small nudge and fumbled in his pocket for some change. Gene shook his head a moved his chair a little closer to Alex, who was tucked under the white and orange sheets, her face speckled with dirt as her hair lay matted across the pillow.
“I didn’t mean it, Ray.” He said as Ray collected the coins in his hand. Ray didn’t say a word, but simply nodded and left through the floral curtains. It was the type of nod that was done just to make you feel better. No feeling or truth behind it whatsoever.
Getting to his feet, Gene double checked to see if there were any nurses about as he pulled back the curtain. Ray rounded the corner into the lobby and the patient in the next bed stirred a little. Gene moved the chair back and placed his hands on Alex’s thin shoulders, shaking her limp body a little.
“Bolly, please.” He hissed, touching her face, “Just open your eyes, Bols come on.” There was a commotion from outside the cubicle and he turned, looking to see if anybody was coming in. The nurse outside shuffled past and he continued to talk to her, “Just tell ‘em I didn’t mean it. Tell ‘em I was trying to save yer.” He pleaded, his thumb drumming on her collarbone.
He let go of her and wiped a hand across his face, a slick film of sweat dripping past his nose. On the bed Alex twitched, her hand stretching. He felt his heart stop for a second, that split second of hope as she breathed heavily, as though she were about to say something. Gene tripped over the chair and held her outstretched hand, “Bols?”
“Gene.” Her voice was disjointed and so quiet it was almost a breath. He squeezed her hand, knowing she would wake up, “I wish I could.” Her hand went limp again and her breathing became like that of a deep sleep.