The call (Marr)
Jul 30, 2014 6:46:22 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Jul 30, 2014 6:46:22 GMT -5
As I open my eyes I first have no idea where I am but then the surroundings of the small room with shelves and a bed, a desk and small window with wooden shutters that let some light fall in seem familiar. My eyes have a hard time focussing at first but then they do fall onto the slightly open door.
I lift my head off the bed with the nice clean sheets just to find myself in nothing but my bathing suit under a thin white sheet.
The infirmary.
It doesn't take long to remember how I ended up here because as soon as I lift my head my chest stings badly and I start coughing, which alarms somebody, because there are loud footsteps to be heard in the hallway.
Drown proofing...that's what O'Rourke called it. Yeah right, more like 'freak outing' I think to myself as I vivily remember the majority of the exercise until I ran out of air under water and thought I was being attacked.
He must have left some skin in the fight as well, I think. Hopefully I didn't break his nose again.
Me, on the contrary, I left a little more, mostly my dignity and the first sign of less fear. Whatever else I'm not so sure because I only remember bits and pieces of what turned out to be an attempt of giving me CPR, which I think I didn't need.
As a precaution I ended up in the infirmary with a doctor being called in.
The door opens letting the light from the hallway fall in and illuminating the outline or a woman.
"Cadet, done with your beauty sleep?"
That sounded rather unprofessional but I take it for what it is and nod.
"Much prettier now." I have to cough again provoking some more chest pain and a grimace.
"Yeah, I can hear that."
She puts a glass of water on the tray next to me and lightly touches my shoulder. "Have a drink, don't inhale the water."
The nurse seems to be a funny one.
I know how serious the situation could have gotten and for a long time this morning I could think nothing but 'Ky and the baby.' So they are the first thing on my mind when I sit up (and instantly regret it) to ask.
"Could I make a call?"
the woman gives me a surprised look but nods.
"Sure."
A little later she brings me the phone after making sure that my breathing sounds 'normal' and gets rifd of the oxygen under my nose.
"There you go. I need that phone back in ten minutes."
Maybe she's sensing who I want to call...at least she doesn't ask.
Once she's out of the room I dial my girl friends number. I know it's a risk but I doubt the academy will be monitoring calls from this number since it's usually staff using it.
In a low tone I whisper. "Kyanite...do you have a minute? I'd like to talk to you. I had one hell of a day."