Post by Alexander Koshi on Oct 29, 2009 15:58:12 GMT -5
Alex was feeling ... crap, apart from that physically he was fine, its was just the cast he didn't like, it itched like hell, which wasn't a phrase he used very often. The ankle had been treated, although his memory still felt a little .... blurry, maybe it was oxygen deprivation? or something else, the Nurse-doctor-medical-personage had told him he had taken a serious knock to the head, and there were a few other things.
He couldn't sleep well, every time he shut his eyes he just felt ... so scared, and he was on more pills then his grandmother had been before she ... anti-depressants, pain-killers, something he had no idea what it was otherwise it wouldn't have tasted as bad.
They had given him a pair of crutches .... but he didn't feel like getting out of bed, every time he stood up, a bunch on random images flashed in-front of his eyes, and whatever they were scared him so much he just lay back on the bed, whatever they were scared the hell out of him.
He looked up at the white ceiling, counting the same tiles for what must be the billionth time, at least he was conscious, but his memory was a little ker-frazzled. He absent-mindedly scratched at the cast on his ankle with his other foot, it was hard to believe it had only been ... oooh a day, almost 48 hours or so, although he had only been awake for a few hours. His mother had come to visit, but he had felt ... out of it, although that was hopefully just a side-effect of whatever painkillers he was taking.
He still felt a little like that now, as if this had all happened to someone else, and he was just observing it all, there was a slight prickling of the hairs on his arm, as if something had just touched him, a cold sensation. He looked around the 6 or so neatly made beds, there was no-one here but him, he sighed before he turned to look at his bed-side table ... his duel-disk and his deck lay there. His duel-disk was scratched s if it had been dragged along the ground, but his cards were safe.
He sat up and picked up his deck, placing it on the white sheets next to him, as he began looking through rach familiar, unfamiliar one by one .... there was something he would be thinking about ... something, or someone ... not its was someones, someones he should be ... caring for ... something important .. then he felt himself freeze up again, had he forgotten more then that ... no ... not possible .. it was something important ... on the tip of his tongue ... but he couldn't quite ..... remember.
He sighed again ..... then put the deck back on the table and lay back again on the pillows .... trying to figure out what was missing from his mind.
He couldn't sleep well, every time he shut his eyes he just felt ... so scared, and he was on more pills then his grandmother had been before she ... anti-depressants, pain-killers, something he had no idea what it was otherwise it wouldn't have tasted as bad.
They had given him a pair of crutches .... but he didn't feel like getting out of bed, every time he stood up, a bunch on random images flashed in-front of his eyes, and whatever they were scared him so much he just lay back on the bed, whatever they were scared the hell out of him.
He looked up at the white ceiling, counting the same tiles for what must be the billionth time, at least he was conscious, but his memory was a little ker-frazzled. He absent-mindedly scratched at the cast on his ankle with his other foot, it was hard to believe it had only been ... oooh a day, almost 48 hours or so, although he had only been awake for a few hours. His mother had come to visit, but he had felt ... out of it, although that was hopefully just a side-effect of whatever painkillers he was taking.
He still felt a little like that now, as if this had all happened to someone else, and he was just observing it all, there was a slight prickling of the hairs on his arm, as if something had just touched him, a cold sensation. He looked around the 6 or so neatly made beds, there was no-one here but him, he sighed before he turned to look at his bed-side table ... his duel-disk and his deck lay there. His duel-disk was scratched s if it had been dragged along the ground, but his cards were safe.
He sat up and picked up his deck, placing it on the white sheets next to him, as he began looking through rach familiar, unfamiliar one by one .... there was something he would be thinking about ... something, or someone ... not its was someones, someones he should be ... caring for ... something important .. then he felt himself freeze up again, had he forgotten more then that ... no ... not possible .. it was something important ... on the tip of his tongue ... but he couldn't quite ..... remember.
He sighed again ..... then put the deck back on the table and lay back again on the pillows .... trying to figure out what was missing from his mind.