[CLOSED] Condition: unstable
[Set about lunch time]
Rob felt like he could hardly keep his eyes open. It was becoming more and more difficult to hold his head up, too. That wasn’t helping the uncomfortable restless feeling crawling all over him that he didn’t even have the luxury of tossing and turning to cater to it. He tried to shift in the bed, but it just sent bolts of pain through his aching muscles. He had stopped focusing on the clock, the numbers no longer being a solace for him during his wait to be treated. He couldn’t remember the names or faces of any of the staff that came to tend to him over the morning, choosing instead to just thank them, even if he had no idea what they were doing. They tried to explain, but it sounded like they were talking another language. He asked one or two of them to repeat what they said before he gave up. One nurse, he couldn’t even remember if she was male or female.
A terrible heat felt like it was engulfing his whole body, giving him the sensation he was wrapped in heavy blankets that had been soaked in boiling water. “Where am-” he mumbled in not much more than a groggy whisper. Sleep kept trying to claim him, and maybe it did. He couldn’t be certain anymore. The blackness behind his eyes was getting to be far too familiar for his liking. He slipped briefly out of consciousness again, a fact he wasn’t aware of, head drooping to the side and the sweat dripping off his face dampening the white cotton of the pillow.
The buzzer for the staff was lying loosely in his hand, but he couldn’t connect the awful feeling curling through him with the need to push the button. When he woke again, awareness he was even in hospital was gone. His eyes opened a little as he looked around, a panic spiking through him and causing the beeping of the monitors over his head to quicken. His breathing met the pace in some sort of morbid rhythm and he twisted his head from side to side and started clawing at the front of his hospital gown. “No, no… don’t go in there… it’s not… no!” he shouted, kicking at the sheets to try and get free. “STOP THEM! THEY CAN’T GO IN THERE! IT’S A TRAP! GET DOWN! GET THE FUCK DOWN!” he shouted, voice coming out hoarse and broken. But the shout broke into a terrified scream of, “NO!” and tears dripped down his cheeks. His writhing tore the neatly placed IV line from his wrist and blood spilled out onto the sheets. He was unaware of any of his surroundings, though, his mind believing he was in a very different place to the Medical Centre on the island. It barely twenty seconds later that he was wracked with another seizure, sending the warning sirens of the monitors off as he lost the little consciousness he had been clawing a hold of.
[ooc: Another post for Rob will follow soon]
Rob felt like he could hardly keep his eyes open. It was becoming more and more difficult to hold his head up, too. That wasn’t helping the uncomfortable restless feeling crawling all over him that he didn’t even have the luxury of tossing and turning to cater to it. He tried to shift in the bed, but it just sent bolts of pain through his aching muscles. He had stopped focusing on the clock, the numbers no longer being a solace for him during his wait to be treated. He couldn’t remember the names or faces of any of the staff that came to tend to him over the morning, choosing instead to just thank them, even if he had no idea what they were doing. They tried to explain, but it sounded like they were talking another language. He asked one or two of them to repeat what they said before he gave up. One nurse, he couldn’t even remember if she was male or female.
A terrible heat felt like it was engulfing his whole body, giving him the sensation he was wrapped in heavy blankets that had been soaked in boiling water. “Where am-” he mumbled in not much more than a groggy whisper. Sleep kept trying to claim him, and maybe it did. He couldn’t be certain anymore. The blackness behind his eyes was getting to be far too familiar for his liking. He slipped briefly out of consciousness again, a fact he wasn’t aware of, head drooping to the side and the sweat dripping off his face dampening the white cotton of the pillow.
The buzzer for the staff was lying loosely in his hand, but he couldn’t connect the awful feeling curling through him with the need to push the button. When he woke again, awareness he was even in hospital was gone. His eyes opened a little as he looked around, a panic spiking through him and causing the beeping of the monitors over his head to quicken. His breathing met the pace in some sort of morbid rhythm and he twisted his head from side to side and started clawing at the front of his hospital gown. “No, no… don’t go in there… it’s not… no!” he shouted, kicking at the sheets to try and get free. “STOP THEM! THEY CAN’T GO IN THERE! IT’S A TRAP! GET DOWN! GET THE FUCK DOWN!” he shouted, voice coming out hoarse and broken. But the shout broke into a terrified scream of, “NO!” and tears dripped down his cheeks. His writhing tore the neatly placed IV line from his wrist and blood spilled out onto the sheets. He was unaware of any of his surroundings, though, his mind believing he was in a very different place to the Medical Centre on the island. It barely twenty seconds later that he was wracked with another seizure, sending the warning sirens of the monitors off as he lost the little consciousness he had been clawing a hold of.
[ooc: Another post for Rob will follow soon]