Raising the dead [Active/Open]
Characters: Nathan Wallace, open.
Setting: Entrance Room.
Time: Day 009.
Summary: An odd, delirious man appears in the house.
Warnings: Blood, gore, and Dr. Wallace?
Thoughts? They were nil, all he recalled were the arms of his daughter while he fell back into the endless night. Death didn't come though, instead it was replaced with a cold marble floor. The switch of settings jarred him awake, though he was quickly loosing blood and his consciousness was failing. Nathan was tossed here on his back, with his coat open to reveal the nasty wound that tore through his abdomen. Luckily, or unluckily, it didn't pierce any vital internal organs that would cause instant death. Instead he had time, even if his systems were failing.
The doctor needed help, surgery, and he needed it quickly to prevent himself from bleeding out.
When his eyes snapped open, he was greeted with the marble ceiling staring right back at him. A cough escaped his lips, while dissimilar eyes darted faintly, back and forth.
Was..he dead? No, he was still in pain, he was still bleeding. Then where was he?! His leg and his side still stung, nerves alight in agony. Confused and slowly sinking into delirium he tried to get himself up off the ground. The man gasped for air, dizzy and in a cold sweat.
He attempted to prop himself up, but he fell again with a painful cry. After the sound he spoke loudly, as if with the last of his strength ,"Shilo?!"
He called out, in vain, blood still steadily spilling.
Setting: Entrance Room.
Time: Day 009.
Summary: An odd, delirious man appears in the house.
Warnings: Blood, gore, and Dr. Wallace?
Thoughts? They were nil, all he recalled were the arms of his daughter while he fell back into the endless night. Death didn't come though, instead it was replaced with a cold marble floor. The switch of settings jarred him awake, though he was quickly loosing blood and his consciousness was failing. Nathan was tossed here on his back, with his coat open to reveal the nasty wound that tore through his abdomen. Luckily, or unluckily, it didn't pierce any vital internal organs that would cause instant death. Instead he had time, even if his systems were failing.
The doctor needed help, surgery, and he needed it quickly to prevent himself from bleeding out.
When his eyes snapped open, he was greeted with the marble ceiling staring right back at him. A cough escaped his lips, while dissimilar eyes darted faintly, back and forth.
Was..he dead? No, he was still in pain, he was still bleeding. Then where was he?! His leg and his side still stung, nerves alight in agony. Confused and slowly sinking into delirium he tried to get himself up off the ground. The man gasped for air, dizzy and in a cold sweat.
He attempted to prop himself up, but he fell again with a painful cry. After the sound he spoke loudly, as if with the last of his strength ,"Shilo?!"
He called out, in vain, blood still steadily spilling.