CAP: Early Steps (Jack)
Jan 16, 2014 13:10:41 GMT -5
Post by Anatra on Jan 16, 2014 13:10:41 GMT -5
Some saw the sun,
Some saw the smoke.
Some heard the gun,
Some bend the bow.
The days went by with their due slowness. The amount of times I had seen the same nurse pass the window ahead of me was uncountable, though the amount of times she came into my room was thrice as much. The atmosphere changes when she comes in now. I know I am getting better, and I can tell that the sympathy that she may once have had was easing off. I am officially in the clear, they tell me. The price of losing didn't seem so high - injuries are lessons. I learned from this that I shouldn't throw myself into the darkness again, without knowing what I am doing first. It wasn't my understanding that I would be hospitalized and broken for a week and some more.Sometimes the wire,
Must tense for the note.
Right now I am definitely doing better. They took the bandages off of my arm and back, but not my neck yet, just in case the wounds ripped. I can see the cut on my arm, and it looks very horrific. It was all a blur when it happened, like a bad nightmare. Now, I can barely remember it happening but this wound brings a lot back. I hold it up to the light, which is still beaming down without relent. The bumps that were one flowing streams of blood have now sown themselves over, the stitches ready to be unmade. I caress the scar that it will leave. I know not how heroic this may look, only the memory of how it was done - recklessness, brutality. Stupidity and perhaps a little bit of genius. My back's wound is larger, stretching from hip to shoulder almost. It required a skin graft and a multitude of stitches which will likely sting to remove due to the close proximity to my spine. They aren't quite ready yet, but the itching will start soon enough. My neck is still covered, and the painkiller is mostly there. I can move it pretty freely though, and I can tell that these are the two scars that will stand out the most when they are revealed. I wonder how people will see me now?
The daylight pours into the room, and suddenly I remember that I am allowed to get up for a walk today. I know exactly where I am going. I am placed in a ward close to accident reception, which is basically a place for those with minor accidents who need a little help - like a stitch or something to keep them working. I get up, and my first steps weight on my legs with a stiffness I haven't been used to for a long time. It is like all of the muscles in your body have been shaken until they hurt. I endure it, because I'm far too eager not to. I change from the ridiculous nightwear gown... robe... thing, they make us wear. I'm the clothes that Alba had brought me - a black t-shirt and some grey jogging bottoms. I reach the door and I feel rebellious even opening it - but I do. Soon enough my steps take me to the accident reception and I sit in the chairs and watch people come in from time to time. Since I'm not allowed off site, I may as well do some people watching. Not in the strange way, but in the way that tells me that I need to speak to real people. Being locked up for a week is painful to the mind. I sit there for a while, not becoming bored because with each opening of the door - new air is introduced to my lungs.Caught in a fire.
Say oh, we're about to explode.