There Will Be Blood//Closed Log
When; Sat 31st, Morning
Rating; ARRR (blood, gore, cursing, probably more like a 14+ type thing)
Characters; George not_alaska & Logan weaponxanimal
Summary; It's impossible to be a good FBI agent without a few life-threatening injuries, but when all those old scars open up at once it ain't pretty. It also means bad news for the boyfriend with a long history of "Everyone I Love Dies".
OOC Note; A public post'll go up sometime after we get this started, if you want to get involved/offer help/etc. ♥
Log;
It was the pain that woke George Blake up from her restless sleep. Like being hit by a semi going highway speed. Her first reaction was to roll onto her back, too breathless to make any noise, even in her head. The key was to breathe through it, and when she clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut she could almost convince herself that she'd survived worse and that she'd be fine. The fact remained that she hadn't, but it helped to ease the sudden panic.
The first real wound to emerge from the overall landscape of pain was the hole in her stomach. Gunshot wound. She could feel the blood from the exit wound soaking into the sheets under her. She had been shot once there before and she tried and failed to remember what the doctors had told her that bullet had done to her insides. She tried to sit up, to see who had done this, the panicked thought that the serial killer had found her flickering through her mind. She felt an old knife wound in her thigh pulling every time she shifted, a reminder of one of her first drug-busts. And when she tried to drag the sheets off, the searing, burning pain on her palms got a quiet, pained noise past her lips. A reminder of months passed: the subway terrorist attack. But she was still in bed, and there was no one in the room from what she could see. Either they had already left or this was a curse. Not that finding the cause really helped the problem.
With that in mind, George reached out blindly to the other side of the bed, hoping Logan would still be there. She couldn't do this alone - she could barely breathe.
"Logan...!"
Rating; ARRR (blood, gore, cursing, probably more like a 14+ type thing)
Characters; George not_alaska & Logan weaponxanimal
Summary; It's impossible to be a good FBI agent without a few life-threatening injuries, but when all those old scars open up at once it ain't pretty. It also means bad news for the boyfriend with a long history of "Everyone I Love Dies".
OOC Note; A public post'll go up sometime after we get this started, if you want to get involved/offer help/etc. ♥
Log;
It was the pain that woke George Blake up from her restless sleep. Like being hit by a semi going highway speed. Her first reaction was to roll onto her back, too breathless to make any noise, even in her head. The key was to breathe through it, and when she clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut she could almost convince herself that she'd survived worse and that she'd be fine. The fact remained that she hadn't, but it helped to ease the sudden panic.
The first real wound to emerge from the overall landscape of pain was the hole in her stomach. Gunshot wound. She could feel the blood from the exit wound soaking into the sheets under her. She had been shot once there before and she tried and failed to remember what the doctors had told her that bullet had done to her insides. She tried to sit up, to see who had done this, the panicked thought that the serial killer had found her flickering through her mind. She felt an old knife wound in her thigh pulling every time she shifted, a reminder of one of her first drug-busts. And when she tried to drag the sheets off, the searing, burning pain on her palms got a quiet, pained noise past her lips. A reminder of months passed: the subway terrorist attack. But she was still in bed, and there was no one in the room from what she could see. Either they had already left or this was a curse. Not that finding the cause really helped the problem.
With that in mind, George reached out blindly to the other side of the bed, hoping Logan would still be there. She couldn't do this alone - she could barely breathe.
"Logan...!"