Misfortune at every corner [Turtle/Krylik]
May 1, 2016 19:41:15 GMT -5
Post by * on May 1, 2016 19:41:15 GMT -5
 It was just like any other day for Tempest. Several patients faking sick to get out of a training exercise set by their trainer and the usual injuries that occured daily from those that either worked themselves to the bones or the ones that seemed to be careless and showing off. The day was pretty much useless for her as she just sent the last patient away with nothing more than three stitches on his finger due to that carelessness that is all teenage boys trying to show off on the knife throwing skills. "Trying to throw the knife from the blade to the target... when will they ever learn?" She questions the stale air of the clinic room that had been decorated with the lightly scented sanitizing wipes. In one felled swoop, the trash collects yet another failed attempt at an interesting patient. In one reality, not having an interesting patient is all anyone would hope for but for the healer that has a nine hour shift, the seventh hour is too harsh. A light knock on the door tears her eyes away from the window as one of the head nursing staff on shift comes in. "Running low on patients today, Ms. O'Hana? I could share Byron in room two if you want. Upset stomach and fever?" With a shake of her head, she politely declines followed by a light chuckle. "I'm good Maggie. That's not exciting enough. I can call his mom, if you want me too?" Folding her arms up in front of her, Tempest watches the woman look at the sheet of paper in her hands and shrugs her shoulders. "It's okay. I need to talk to her anyways about his medical records. Why don't you go ahead and leave, Tempest. We're unusually slow today anyways. Go get you some training yourself? I'm really sure that Chaos would like that, ya know?" "Maybe. Thanks, Maggie. I appreciate it. I'll see where my sister is at. Have a great night. See you tomorrow." She tells them and lets her finger slide the switch down and the room is engulfed in darkness and the door is closed behind her. Three steps away from the door, the lights begin to flicker. Her hazel eyes glacing to the lights above her head wondering if they were about to burn out or if something else was about to occur. Curiously, she walks back into the room she just left and flicked the light switch on but the light never came and the light outside in the hallway dispersed just as quick. "Maggie... what's going on?" She yells out, hearing a few faint cries from the other rooms that had been blanketed in sudden darkness. The room is crossed in just a few quick strides to peek out the window as the water aimed right for the training center and the window that she is standing in front of. "WATER... RUN! MAG-" Tempest screams. The window busts right there and water surges into the clinic room, tossing the redhead around like a ragdoll. Her thin figure hits the edge of the door causing several cracks to be felt and multiple things hitting her in different spots. Shards of glass swirl around the room and creaking of the foundation become apparent as Tempest fights with the air needed in her lungs though nothing but pain hinders her breaths. She gags on the water in her mouth only to spit it out for more breath. Darkness keeps her from seeing what's going on and her fight for consciousness begins. "Ma... Ma..." Her voice is gargled with water. The top of the ceiling holds the only air and her palms rest against it trying to gain traction to keep her in one place. Her cheek begins touching the top of the rouch surface as the water slows down significantly. Slowly, Tempest feels the pull of the water. Something feeling very wrong all of a sudden. A bubble surfaces somewhere near her and then a tug. She cluches onto the cabinet door and then in the blink of an eye, she disappears through the window. Groaning, the redhead begins to stir in the wake of the tragedy that occured. Debris and human possessions litter the ground around her, floating in a makeshift pond. Her fingers latched around a small branch belongging to a grounded sappling that survived the incredible journey. The bend of her elbow wrapped tightly around the tiny trunk. Without thinking, She releases the tree and her body begins to sink into the mudhole that she had been dumped into. "Help..." She hoarsely whispers out with her throat parched and her chest being squeezed painfully. With all her might, she forces her arm to grab onto the sappling once again, as she yells out again. "HELP!"  |
