Post by Emma Lawrence on Jun 7, 2009 17:43:33 GMT -5
Writhing. Splitting. Crumbling. Dying. It was a slow process that came in everlasting blasts of pain--no, agony. Torment. The horrors were all too real, and all too familiar.
She wasn't aware that she was flinging herself in different directions on the bed.
Everything had been going just fine before. Well, not just fine. There was that underlying worry, that desperation to accomplish something that rang a bell in her mind, but she couldn't put her finger on what. But now, what had brought them to this? What happened in between then and now to get them to this point?
The foggy sounds of the many voices around her drowned most of her hearing, but that was partially because she was either very concentrated or very absent-minded as to what was happening.
"Emma! Emma!"
"Is she okay?"
"What's going on!?"
She couldn't pick out the voices, or who they even belonged to. Her head was spinning--she wouldn't be surprised if her brain was twirling around in her skull, actually. Emma tried to steady her eyesight, but she couldn't. The dream had taken over any and all power she had over herself. Whose faces were those? Dean, Terry, Sai, Laura, and who in the hell were these other people with masks on and scrubs? Doctors.
She didn't have time to think about that. The pain was excrutiating. She just wanted it to be over. And somehow, she knew that it would be. Eventually. But she didn't know when.
This was too familiar...
She couldn't feel herself breathing. But she could begin to hear it, because it was contained to a mask put over her own face. She looked around, teary-eyed, trying to make sense of what was going on.
She wanted to go home.
But she couldn't stop trying.
She shrieked at the top of her lungs. A long, painful wail.
The dorm room rang with the sound of her howls, and sweat poured down her face as she writhed on the bed.
Couldn't stop, couldn't feel, couldn't think--!! Was it time to give up!? Walk away!? Leave everything?
This was it, she felt it. When she finally managed to get hold of her vision, she looked down. No Oliver. No little baby. The doctors' arms were empty.
Dean had disappeared. Terry was lying on the ground. Sai was walking out of the room. This wasn't how it happened! Not at all! What was going on! Wasn't there supposed to be a baby crying, for god's sake!?
She snapped out of it when she heard the sound of a very solid baby cry. Oliver had heard her wails and woke up. Breaths heavy, chest heaving, so nauseous, she stood on very shaky legs to go get him and rock him back to slumber.
She wasn't aware that she was flinging herself in different directions on the bed.
Everything had been going just fine before. Well, not just fine. There was that underlying worry, that desperation to accomplish something that rang a bell in her mind, but she couldn't put her finger on what. But now, what had brought them to this? What happened in between then and now to get them to this point?
The foggy sounds of the many voices around her drowned most of her hearing, but that was partially because she was either very concentrated or very absent-minded as to what was happening.
"Emma! Emma!"
"Is she okay?"
"What's going on!?"
She couldn't pick out the voices, or who they even belonged to. Her head was spinning--she wouldn't be surprised if her brain was twirling around in her skull, actually. Emma tried to steady her eyesight, but she couldn't. The dream had taken over any and all power she had over herself. Whose faces were those? Dean, Terry, Sai, Laura, and who in the hell were these other people with masks on and scrubs? Doctors.
She didn't have time to think about that. The pain was excrutiating. She just wanted it to be over. And somehow, she knew that it would be. Eventually. But she didn't know when.
This was too familiar...
She couldn't feel herself breathing. But she could begin to hear it, because it was contained to a mask put over her own face. She looked around, teary-eyed, trying to make sense of what was going on.
She wanted to go home.
But she couldn't stop trying.
She shrieked at the top of her lungs. A long, painful wail.
The dorm room rang with the sound of her howls, and sweat poured down her face as she writhed on the bed.
Couldn't stop, couldn't feel, couldn't think--!! Was it time to give up!? Walk away!? Leave everything?
This was it, she felt it. When she finally managed to get hold of her vision, she looked down. No Oliver. No little baby. The doctors' arms were empty.
Dean had disappeared. Terry was lying on the ground. Sai was walking out of the room. This wasn't how it happened! Not at all! What was going on! Wasn't there supposed to be a baby crying, for god's sake!?
She snapped out of it when she heard the sound of a very solid baby cry. Oliver had heard her wails and woke up. Breaths heavy, chest heaving, so nauseous, she stood on very shaky legs to go get him and rock him back to slumber.