to be coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.
Everything around me starts to disappear.
Light rises all around filling my vision. The brightness of it is so severe that my eyes close without even having to try. Giant vibrations beneath me causes an echoing ripple through my body, it takes my breath away. Light filters through my closed eyelids and I worry that this is finally it. I’m going to die. It hits me like a blow to the gut, but oddly enough, I’m not afraid. There is comfort where fear should be, numbness where pain should be. A sigh as soft as a feathers tough slips though my lips, then there is only the mind numbing darkness of nothing.
I’m gone.
Chapter Eighty Seven
I’m a drift and have been for what feels like forever, lost in the dark abyss of the uncertainty of life and death. I have no feeling of pain, touch, or even fear and oddly I’m okay with that. It’s safe here in the dark. I’m alone in it yes, but at least I’m not afraid of dying. After being suspended this way for a while, the feeling of anything is a shock to my system. My mind and body is pulled back to itself, I cling to the dark not ready to leave. But don’t really have a choice, I never did.
My eyes open with a gasp. Shudders ripple down the length of me. Pain ruptures through my skull causing my eyes to water. Blurrily, I wait for my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. As I do, little things pick at me about where I could possibly be. For one thing, it’s painfully noisy. How I was sleeping I have no clue. For another, I’m clearly not alone. At first this makes me terrified, but when I realize I’m not being eaten, I begin to relax as much as I can.
It seems that I’m in a medical ward or something. I lean towards the or something because it’s clearly outside and not in a hospital, but definitely medically related. I blame this theory on the fact that I’m lying down in a clean bed with needles hooked in both my arms, and the air supplying mask that is a little too snug over my nose and mouth. Unless of course dead things became smatter over my nap, yeah, I don’t think so either. Mine isn’t the only bed in here either, there are at least a dozen or more occupied ones, and even more empty. Each bed appears to be separated by thick clear plastic curtains, with only a little breathing room in between.
The reason I’m guessing this place is outside rather than in? Well, there are no walls to speak off, at all. Okay that’s not completely true, there are tent like walls. The sound everywhere is ridiculous. I wonder if it’s what woke me up, but I know it’s not. The people that are obviously with me, given that they are sitting close to my bed within my curtain space, are still asleep. All four of them if you can believe it, and I’m starting to think maybe my pounding headache is what woke me.
I wonder what a girl has to do to get some pain pills around here, if they’re available anyways.
As much as I want to sit up and call out to the cutie on my right, I feel so exhausted still. A sigh fogs up my oxygen mask causing me to cough. The noise startles my visitors enough that they start to stir into waking. One by one they sit up straighter and open their eyes. And one by one they notice that I too am awake. Shocked silence plays over all of their expressions. It almost makes me want to laugh at the sight. The tears in their eyes are what stop me from saying or doing anything.
The image of them is eerily too familiar and with me waking after being hurt again. My eyes were starting to clear up a little, but now are overrun with free flowing tears. Gabe rushes even closer to the side of my bed. His chair scratches across the ground in his hurry. The sound of it snaps the others out of their shock and they too get closer to me. My tears flow faster and seep into my face mask. It fogs up even worse than before. This time a coughing fit over takes me. The tears flow faster.
I see a helpless