Logs:Mental Anguish
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| RL Date: 2 April, 2015 |
| Who: Keysi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Some hours into the first night after the tunnel collapsed, Keysi regains conciousness, and finally shows some emotion when she realizes her uselessness. |
| Where: Collapsed Hallway, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 5, Month 6, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: All healable injuries, but within the first 24-48hours, so physically demanding her normal indomitable nature is unable to overcome them |
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| The quiet. It still seemed deafening now eight hours after the collapse, despite the murmurs that trickled down through the hole in the rock barrier with the bit of dim light as company. They might as well have not been there at all, for how far away they were. Just go away. Keysi lays flat on the dusty floor ever since being roused from her unconsciousness and listening to the distant voices, her back warm with the blood that slowly soaks through her tunic, her face sticky with blood that had flowed and since dried from head. Her back, her arms, her fingers. They burn. Burn with the feeling of grit and dust buried in the layers of flesh that had been torn away. Burn and throb in time with her relentless headache, in time with the beats of her heart. Just go away. She doesn't speak. She can't speak. The fractured ribs grind against each other, pull at her muscles and stretch the nerves that line them with every breath, every effort to move. The pain is excruciating, coupled with the blurriness that still surrounds her, her vision not quite what it should be. It's a good thing it's dark. She can just...close her eyes. She takes stock of herself. She can fight the pain. Ignore it. But there are worse things. Infection and protein loss through all the fluid if the wounds aren't addressed, a punctured lung if the ribs are ignored. She can't get away with being completely stoic. Not this time. Some dust shifts loose from the ceiling, floating down onto her face and elicits a cough. A cough which causes fire to brand her from the inside out. Fire which flickers across her skin as it stretches away from where it's missing at even the tiniest movement of her body. "Fuck." The first real word she's spoken, hoarse, croaked and entirely appropriate. But not worth the effort as she utters a long, suffering groan. I'm useless. The anger seethes over her wordless mental mutilation. What good am I. I don't even know where they are- and if I did? I can't use my hands. I can't even sit up. I can't breathe. The thought was panic-inducing, I can't breathe. But panic didn't follow. It couldn't. She's focused on the others. Always. Exhaustingly stuck on getting to them. Someone might be dying. She has to get up. She has to do something. Keysi fights for it, fights with everything she has to sit up, but the room spins. The dim filtering light and the sparse dim glows dispersed through the room spin like distant stars in the night sky. She falls back to the floor, wrenching her injuries in all the wrong ways. As she gasps for choked breaths, and utters a muffled noise that could have evolved into cursing if she'd had more air to give it. She failed. And Keysi... Keysi does not fail. Not like this. She does not lose people. And for the first time in all the turns she could possibly remember, a single tear paths its way down her dust-laden cheek as she finally lies still, with no other option before her. It could be the pain. It could be more. There may be other people here, but she's never been so alone. |
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Edyis (03:23, 4 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
So many feels, and yet so strong. I loved this.
Laine (03:43, 4 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
Oh, Keysi. <3
Faryn (04:46, 4 April 2015 (EDT)) said...
I'm sad to see Keysi needed something like this to be vulnerable, but this is lovely character development.
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