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Post by Delerium on Jun 28, 2007 14:06:04 GMT -5
Arkady had absolutely no frigging clue what was going on. Drifitng in and out of consciousness since the explosion, he hadn't been able to make heads nor tails over what happened.
He thought he'd heard Maya screaming his name, but had been too out of it to even react to it.
Fiery pain had lanced his body when someone else turned him over onto his back and pressed their fingers to his neck -oh they had been taking his pulse... right, right. Duh.
After that, it felt like he was being moved again then - Whoo-ah! Things got might-y cold! However, it did serve to cool some of the pain of his injuries. Not much, but anything was better than nothing.
He drifted out once more.
When Arkady felt semi-conscious again, he thought he could hear a door being opened and bright light shining in his face.
And pain. Oh God the pain...
The lower half of the left side of his chest felt like he was being stabbed everytime someone bumped him in the slightest; his forehead felt wierd, and it seemed like something was trickling down his face; his left arm was completely numb, and didn't seem to exist until a muscle twitch forced it to move and made Arkady feel nothing but pain; he could feel little pinpricks of pain all over his torso, as if someone had taken a bunch of pins, jabbed them into his skin then forgotten about them.
And he had the mother of all headaches.
What... is gonna happen to me? I'm not gonna die... am I?
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Post by jarad on Jun 28, 2007 14:15:05 GMT -5
After they managed to get Arkady to the infermary, he helped the others to place him in a bed. Roran then kneeled agianst the wall, he had no clue who these people where, so he just stood there. Deago sat at the end of teh bed. He tried to speak with the injured kid. Hi injured one, It should be ok now. Your friends helped you and my friend also helped you. Deago made sure that only Arkady would be able to hear Deago's telepathy.
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Post by Deon on Jun 28, 2007 14:51:06 GMT -5
Dementia wanted to clasp her hands over her ears as the infirmary door was opened, and with the entrance of people whom she hoped would go away if she didn't open her eyes to acknowledge the existence of, sounds of the outside were ushered in. The near-silence of rhythmic beeps sounded by the machines that measured her pulse had been the only sound that had entered her ears for the past few hours, and this new din was nigh unbearable. But she realized she only had one workable arm... one throbbing, numb, workable arm connected to an IV and blood bag. She had abandoned working on the other after Seaheart had left her side, and she had slipped away into a dizzy unconsciousness that she had tried to ward off in his presence, finally let herself succumb to the pain that numbed her senses and burned her skin. A white bone protruded from the mass of bandages that covered the raw flesh of her upper arm, looking like the skeletal figure of a fresh corpse. She didn't recognize the emotion that made her fight so hard against the urge to just let her weary body rest while Seaheart was with her, pulling bloodied pieces of shrapnel out of her limbs, trying not to acknowledge that what she felt was terror of an unconventional kind.
She had regained consciousness only about ten minutes ago, her eyesight still blurred and her limbs full of lead from the effects of the anesthesia the nurse had injected into her veins. The numbing comfort spread throughout her body, aided by the narcotic pain killers that made her eyelids heavy and threatened to send her back into a restless sleep filled with troubled dreams she would not remember.
It seemed to take all of Dementia's energy just to move her head lethargically through the air that seemed to have the consistency of pudding, the smell of a doctor's office, and the taste of blood to get a glimpse of the people who disturbed her. Apparently injuries had been on the low side lately... she seemed to be the only person in the infirmary. Two others had come to get treatment for minor abrasions while she was asleep, but no one since had set foot in the area other than the nurse.
Perhaps it was her eyes deceiving her, or the meds were affecting her senses more than she thought, but she could have sworn that Arkady was being carried into the room, flanked by people she didn't immediately recognize. However, before she could get a good look, her eyes were forced shut by a violent sneeze. Her ribs burned as if they were set on fire at the violent convulsing motion that shook her entire rickety bedframe.
Dementia could only think of one word.
Cats.
Her eyes flickered angrily, the only things that could adequately move through her lethargy, as she searched for the small source of her anguish. Her eyes were already starting to water as the airborne allergens made their way over to her super-sensitive system.
There. There it was, sitting so kingly on the edge of the bed, looking at...
Arkady.
It wasn't an illusion. The pain reminded her that she was quite awake. No need for pinches now. Her heart started up faster, and the machine quickened the pace of its shrill beeps to keep up. Dear god... what had happened to him?! It almost pained her to see his perfect face burned, his hair singed, his features mangled by something created from the cruelty of man he should never be subjected to. The familiar red stain of blood started to drip over the crisp white bedsheets of the infirmary that were never meant to be comfortable to the one who slept on them. He looked almost as bad as she was sure she did. Her body ached to go to him, but she did not have the means to do so. She stood there helplessly, her heart racing faster, staring in terror and hunger at Arkady, frozen on top of her covers.
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Post by Krispey on Jul 2, 2007 13:09:18 GMT -5
Nashino glanced down at the poor man. His hair had been burned slightly, his face beginning to swell with bruises and cuts. It was welped and blotchy red, black and blue. Nashino figured, by looking at his arm, that it had been fractured, or broken. Nashino watched as the nurses took over, moving his body carefully to a bed, beside some girl who too had been injured. But he didn't know the cause of her injuries, and was only interested in observing the man who he had saved himself.
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Momentarily, Mayanalea entered the cool infirmary. The silence was deadly....Maya looked around, her puffy red oculars scanning the room, and all of the beds lined against the wall, as well as a row parallel to it. It was then she spotted Nashino's frame towering over Arkady's bed. Maya began to make her way over to Arkady's side, a thick novel looking journal in her hand, as well as a pen. As she passed the bed to the left of Arkady's, she spotted her.
That damned Dementia...Serves her right to be lying in a bed, injured...Maybe the chicken noddle soup she eats in here will add a few pounds to her sickening frame. Maya shook her head free of the nasty thoughts. Maybe she was turning evil. Before, she would have never thought mean things about an injured one. But whatever...It felt good to think bad and not have and remorse for the thoughts.
Maya placed the journal on a stand that was inbetween Arkady's bed and Dementia's, though the stand was more so on Arkady's side. She glanced down at Arkady, tears filling the wells of her eyes. Then, her attention divetted to the IV bag on the other side of the bed. Fluids were draining into his body...Good, hopefully he would be better sooner than later. But Maya knew that it would take some time for him to heal.
She looked at his chest which had been wrapped in white bandages, apparently an injury there. His head was too wrapped in bandages, gauze underneath, a faint crimson spot staining the bandage. Maya reached her hand out, touching his hair. "It'll....B-be okay. Arkady." Was all Maya could say. That was all she needed to say...ANd was what he needed...Support.
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Post by Delerium on Jul 18, 2007 15:59:19 GMT -5
Wh-wha...?Who's... speaking to me? In my... head?
Barely even semi-conscious as the nurses and physicians did their job, Arkady could've swore someone or something was speaking to him. But, being unable to form a single coherent thought through the haze of pain and delirium, Arkady could make nothing of it.
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(OOC: Arkady's obviously still out of it, but since Chesna hasn't made an appearance in a while I'll take over. I'm a Mod, I'm allowed XP lol)
One of the nurses came up and gently patted Maya on the arm and gently pulled at her shoulder. "It'll be alright, dear. Your boyfriend is in good hands now, and your love and support will most certainly see him through this. But dear, I'm going to have to ask you not touch him, right now. Can't risk infection, can we?" The older woman pulled a chair over beside Arkady's bed. "Here you are, dear, if you're of the mind to stick around."
Other nurses were caring for the poor young man for now, and she noticed the increased shrill beeping of the heart monitor connected to the patient next to him. Concerned, the nurse approached Dementia's bed and said, "Is everything alright, dear? You look as though you've seen a ghost! Do you need anything?"
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Post by Krispey on Jul 18, 2007 16:18:19 GMT -5
Suddenly, Maya felt a rather cool hand tug at her shoulder, gentlley though. Slowly, her body turned toward the nurse, but her head stayed in place, puffy eyes still on arkady. Then, she whipped her head around to the nurse who had began speaking. "Ma'am he's not my-" The way I'm acting, she must truley believe that we're together...Oh well, I'll just play along."
Maya simply shook her head as the woman talked about the risk of infection and such, taking up on the offer to sit in the chair, taking a seat. She then watched as the nurse made her way over to Dementia. Maya wanted to say, A ghost, no hun, she's always that pale, but decided against it.
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Post by Krispey on Jul 18, 2007 16:19:21 GMT -5
OOC: That keeps showing up and i dunno why...
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Post by Deon on Jul 18, 2007 16:39:44 GMT -5
Dementia gasped, choking on her own breath, unable to speak. She was unable to reply, to shake her head through the pudding-air, her eyes still fixed on Arkady. Her asthma was starting to act up, and the inability to breathe was starting to send her into a state of panic.
((If no one cares, for clarity's sake, I might as well grab a nurse too. xD))
One of the nurses left Arkady's side at the other's beckoning and bent over her unmoving form. Her mouth was slightly open, as if she was in some kind of a trance. The nurse quickly looked over the information in the machines, her elevated blood pressure, quickening heartbeat, and upon what her eyes were fixed. She immediately closed the curtains around her bedside, blocking Arkady from view, assuming that she was afraid of blood or something similar to that. The nurse forced a nebulizer over her mouth and nose and told her to breathe in and out slowly.
Dementia vaguely heard her saying something about some more anesthesia for the pain as she stared in anguish at the curtains, at Arkady's silhouette, wanting so badly to catch another glimpse of him. She couldn't protest, she couldn't speak, she couldn't even think clearly. Dammit, the meds were starting to kick in, and the familiar fuzzy feeling was coming back.
No.. no... don't sleep, don't sleep...
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