OOM (slightly): In the infirmary
[ooc: Link for the breaky. Warning for this thread and that one, for disturbing imagery.]
She was strapped down to the bed, cuffs tight around her wrists and ankles, after they caught her palming a surgical knife.
She wasn't even sure what she was going to do with it. Kill herself? She was already dead. Inflict more pain? What else could be worse than what she was feeling right now? Take out some of the bar residents?
There wasn't anyone here she wanted to die. Not anymore.
So she lies on the bed unmoving now in the darkness and silence, letting the crippling pain wash over her in sweeping waves, drowning her under the surface of the flood. Under the surface of a sea of blood, as the hands rise up underneath, slippery and clammy and cold, pulling her inexorably down through the depths.
There's no help, nowhere to turn, nothing to save her now.
Nothing but the fire.
She was strapped down to the bed, cuffs tight around her wrists and ankles, after they caught her palming a surgical knife.
She wasn't even sure what she was going to do with it. Kill herself? She was already dead. Inflict more pain? What else could be worse than what she was feeling right now? Take out some of the bar residents?
There wasn't anyone here she wanted to die. Not anymore.
So she lies on the bed unmoving now in the darkness and silence, letting the crippling pain wash over her in sweeping waves, drowning her under the surface of the flood. Under the surface of a sea of blood, as the hands rise up underneath, slippery and clammy and cold, pulling her inexorably down through the depths.
There's no help, nowhere to turn, nothing to save her now.
Nothing but the fire.