Suspicious (Capt. Falcon)
Oct 27, 2011 5:10:52 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Oct 27, 2011 5:10:52 GMT -5
I could barely see the hand in front of my eyes because the night was pitch black. No stars, no moon, just coldness.
At least nobody can see me and the two people who are approaching Orijas hospital, which seemed to be the only brightly lit building around, until we actually stand in front of an emergency door.
My nerves are so tense that my hands are shaking even.
I'm sure if I was walking by myself I would have tripped once or twice.
This is the first time I've left my safe hiding spot in the barn since I arrived in this district 5 days ago. Surely somebody would have found the bloody tracks me and Nee left when we crossed the wall at the lumberyard. The peace keepers were probably frantically searching for somebody wounded and where would they check first? The hospital. I can only hope that they are done checking here by now.
With my heart beating in my neck I look up at the magnificent, steel, wood and glass building before we enter. It's terrifying me and giving me hope all at the same time.
The two worse moments are still to come. The moment when I willingly lay down on the cold, steel operating table and give them a short and barely audible. "I'm ready." I'm fully aware of the pain I will have to go through all over when the doctors are trying to play a bloody puzzle with the ligaments, tendons and muscles in my sliced up leg...or actually in John Farnhams sliced up leg. That's who I am-just for my stay here. John Farnham from district 7.
The second moment is worse though. It's the unexpected knock on the door, just after I came to again, that almost makes my heart stop.
At least nobody can see me and the two people who are approaching Orijas hospital, which seemed to be the only brightly lit building around, until we actually stand in front of an emergency door.
My nerves are so tense that my hands are shaking even.
I'm sure if I was walking by myself I would have tripped once or twice.
This is the first time I've left my safe hiding spot in the barn since I arrived in this district 5 days ago. Surely somebody would have found the bloody tracks me and Nee left when we crossed the wall at the lumberyard. The peace keepers were probably frantically searching for somebody wounded and where would they check first? The hospital. I can only hope that they are done checking here by now.
With my heart beating in my neck I look up at the magnificent, steel, wood and glass building before we enter. It's terrifying me and giving me hope all at the same time.
The two worse moments are still to come. The moment when I willingly lay down on the cold, steel operating table and give them a short and barely audible. "I'm ready." I'm fully aware of the pain I will have to go through all over when the doctors are trying to play a bloody puzzle with the ligaments, tendons and muscles in my sliced up leg...or actually in John Farnhams sliced up leg. That's who I am-just for my stay here. John Farnham from district 7.
The second moment is worse though. It's the unexpected knock on the door, just after I came to again, that almost makes my heart stop.
