not fucking Tomb Raider
Shhh...Close your eyes.
You can lose three pints of blood before you die, or is it less than that? More? Oh God, oh Jesus, oh shit, she's going to die down here she's going to die oh God. Oh, Sarah.
Please.
(If you close your eyes and count to ten, when you open them it doesn't hurt).
One, we should never have come here. Two, we should have stayed away. Three...three...fuck Juno, that fucking bitch. Four, it hurts so badly...five, it's worse, six don't leave me like this, don't let them have me, just...seven eight nine Sarah ten.
Jesus. Jesus. Fuck.
What was that...if I should...die. If I should die before I wake. Please don't leave me like this. Please, don't leave me like this for them.
Shh. Close your eyes.
It doesn't hurt as badly as she thought it would. It doesn't really hurt at all. She's gone numb, really, after being dragged by teeth and claws over rocks and corpses and all she can think of is how hard it is to breathe past the blood in her throat and why didn't they eat her before and then, at the last minute, past the rank shit smell of all the bodies, she thinks that she can smell Sarah, just for a moment, and that's the different between Juno and Sarah. Even now, Sarah isn't leaving her.
And then it all goes.
It just all goes.
Wake up.
I can't.
Try.
The first thing that strikes her when she opens her eyes is the light, the blinding light. She puts her hands up and rolls onto her belly, head down, eyes closed. Everything hurts; her head and her eyes and her legs and her throat. Everything hurts, but then she realises.
She can breathe.
Sitting up, she rubs both hands over the whole skin of her throat. Her legs, under the blood, look unmarked. They still ache, though. She remembers getting dragged with teeth and claws.
Holy fuck.
Breathing, in and out, is such a novelty, that it takes Beth a minute to realise that she isn't in the cavern anymore at all. She's in someone's kitchen, sitting right in the middle of the table. She isn't in the cavern anymore. She made it out. Or she died. Or Sarah didn't leave her like that.
"Same difference," Beth murmurs to herself.
She knows she ought to get off the table. Her boots are covered in blood and shit and cavern slime. She ought to get off the fucking table.
She can't move. She might never move again.
She screams. She can't really do anything else. And she can't get down off the table.
ooc: she's making a lot of noise and there is a lot of blood.
You can lose three pints of blood before you die, or is it less than that? More? Oh God, oh Jesus, oh shit, she's going to die down here she's going to die oh God. Oh, Sarah.
Please.
(If you close your eyes and count to ten, when you open them it doesn't hurt).
One, we should never have come here. Two, we should have stayed away. Three...three...fuck Juno, that fucking bitch. Four, it hurts so badly...five, it's worse, six don't leave me like this, don't let them have me, just...seven eight nine Sarah ten.
Jesus. Jesus. Fuck.
What was that...if I should...die. If I should die before I wake. Please don't leave me like this. Please, don't leave me like this for them.
Shh. Close your eyes.
It doesn't hurt as badly as she thought it would. It doesn't really hurt at all. She's gone numb, really, after being dragged by teeth and claws over rocks and corpses and all she can think of is how hard it is to breathe past the blood in her throat and why didn't they eat her before and then, at the last minute, past the rank shit smell of all the bodies, she thinks that she can smell Sarah, just for a moment, and that's the different between Juno and Sarah. Even now, Sarah isn't leaving her.
And then it all goes.
It just all goes.
Wake up.
I can't.
Try.
The first thing that strikes her when she opens her eyes is the light, the blinding light. She puts her hands up and rolls onto her belly, head down, eyes closed. Everything hurts; her head and her eyes and her legs and her throat. Everything hurts, but then she realises.
She can breathe.
Sitting up, she rubs both hands over the whole skin of her throat. Her legs, under the blood, look unmarked. They still ache, though. She remembers getting dragged with teeth and claws.
Holy fuck.
Breathing, in and out, is such a novelty, that it takes Beth a minute to realise that she isn't in the cavern anymore at all. She's in someone's kitchen, sitting right in the middle of the table. She isn't in the cavern anymore. She made it out. Or she died. Or Sarah didn't leave her like that.
"Same difference," Beth murmurs to herself.
She knows she ought to get off the table. Her boots are covered in blood and shit and cavern slime. She ought to get off the fucking table.
She can't move. She might never move again.
She screams. She can't really do anything else. And she can't get down off the table.
ooc: she's making a lot of noise and there is a lot of blood.
