Re: No Known Cure (2a/?)
anonymous
August 4 2009, 18:24:50 UTC
I hope no one shoots me for Alfred’s new name…
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The first thing he ever heard was a voice.
“Dear God, someone get a stretcher! We have a live one!”
His head is foggy and something is obscuring his vision, but he is able to tilt his head up to the voice. A middle aged man, dressed in a white coat (a doctor, his mind supplies) is kneeling before him.
“Young man, can you hear me?” the doctor’s voice sounds distant.
“Ugh…” he is able to mumble out. Part of him distantly informs the rest that he is injured badly and pinned underneath a pile of rubble.
“We’re going to get you out, you hear me?” the doctor stated, trying to get the wounded man to focus, “Now I need you to stay with me, okay?”
“O-Okay,” the injured party is able to croak out. His whole body hurts, oh so badly.
Especially his heart…His heart feels like it’s breaking clean in two.
“Good,” the doctor nods, “My name is Dr. John Tracy. I’m part of a rescue team. What is your name, son?”
The injured man opens his mouth to reply then promptly shuts it. His head is spinning with thoughts, so much so that it clogs his throat.
‘No no no no…It’s not supposed to end this way! It’s not! I’m, I’m Ame-‘
Suddenly, his mind is silent.
“Hey!” the doctor shouts in panic after not receiving a response, “Stay with me, okay? What’s your name?”
~
The first thing he ever heard was a voice.
“Dear God, someone get a stretcher! We have a live one!”
His head is foggy and something is obscuring his vision, but he is able to tilt his head up to the voice. A middle aged man, dressed in a white coat (a doctor, his mind supplies) is kneeling before him.
“Young man, can you hear me?” the doctor’s voice sounds distant.
“Ugh…” he is able to mumble out. Part of him distantly informs the rest that he is injured badly and pinned underneath a pile of rubble.
“We’re going to get you out, you hear me?” the doctor stated, trying to get the wounded man to focus, “Now I need you to stay with me, okay?”
“O-Okay,” the injured party is able to croak out. His whole body hurts, oh so badly.
Especially his heart…His heart feels like it’s breaking clean in two.
“Good,” the doctor nods, “My name is Dr. John Tracy. I’m part of a rescue team. What is your name, son?”
The injured man opens his mouth to reply then promptly shuts it. His head is spinning with thoughts, so much so that it clogs his throat.
‘No no no no…It’s not supposed to end this way! It’s not! I’m, I’m Ame-‘
Suddenly, his mind is silent.
“Hey!” the doctor shouts in panic after not receiving a response, “Stay with me, okay? What’s your name?”
A pause.
“I-I’m not sure…”
~
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