a moment of ecstasy [parson's awakening]
Nov 19, 2018 15:57:12 GMT -5
Post by frankel on Nov 19, 2018 15:57:12 GMT -5
”TEDDY!”
Both arms flick out besides me, my left-hand thumping metal causing quite a racket. My eyes are sealed, what the fuck did I just hit? Am I not dead yet?
”TE…….YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY”
There go my words again. My fists frantically slam against the metal besides me, cold smooth metal, feels like railings. What is on my face?
A force pushes against my shoulders, restraining my floundering body. Angel no, let me be frantic in my end, he needs to see my suffering.
”Give him another dose of morphling.”
What the fuck. No.
Darkness.
”Mr Cham.”
A formal awakening, is this Ripred or the devil welcoming me to their land? There is darkness within my own eyes, I dare not face the reality that my death has led me too. Holy shit, so there must be this heaven and hell thing then. Whatever my head lays on, it sinks my cranium into a soft paradise. I just want to lay here, this comfort that death has wrapped me up in, no more moving…no more working. Just sleeping here with the irritating little voice in my ear. ”Parson are you awake?” No, I am in ecstasy, I relish this warmth and world free of the agony that I have endured for so long. Every inch of my body feels foreign, as if replaced with something else. Something is wrapped around my face, but I do not question it, I am so happy in this cushioned world.
”There is a smile on your face, I know you can hear me.”
Of course, little voice in my ear, this is bliss. Let me snooze for an eternity, how can a guy like me be blessed with such an after-life? Oh, wow the world is spinning. My eye lids, what a colourful show they have going on.
Angel’s face, his arms wrapping around me.
Oh, and Annie, juggling those knives and praise Ripred that Hellion is just a background character in this little scene playing in my head.
Who is that behind her though?
”TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
There is a sharp prick in my upper arm, where has the comf…
Again.Darkness.
Where has the comfort gone?
A heavy head now sits atop of my shoulders and my eyes feel as those they have been forced open. A blinding light directly above me but it is blurred. A grey ceiling spinning with the world, this must be hell.
Oh, I feel like complete shit, death has given me a taste of ecstasy, as if I was on the morphling again and now I am back to reality. Pain still tingling in my abdomen. What is on my face?
”Parson Cham, please be calm.”
My eyes seek out the little voice, once a resident in that world of bliss that I lived in for just a moment. ”Mmmm wwrffggg eerggfs” Both hands move to my lips, there is a mask covering my face, a familiar feeling one. This is an oxygen mask.
”Don’t try to talk, you have some serious damage to your vocals, you need to rest that voice of yours and screaming Te…names will be no help to you.”
All that surrounds me suddenly becomes clear, I am in a hospital bed. This is not like the one at home, I am not home. Where the hell am I? I quickly push my upper body up, but I am swiftly met by the force of the other’s arms. ”Please rest.”
”Where….” As if the two words am I? are hard to say but here are my injuries. Injuries? But how can a dead man be living through his injuries. This can’t be real, I can’t be dead yet. I have prolonged it so much that I am hallucinating.
”You’re in the Capitol, Parson. You never died. That tracker suspended your body for a moment until we recovered you. I am the surgeon who brought you back to life. You have a lot of recovery to do, as I said about your neck before. You have a lot of abdominal injuries too, which is why you have the catheter and feeding tube temporarily for now.”
No, I am dead. Rebirthed as a vegetable, unable to even feed and piss myself. No this is not true.
”I’ll leave you to rest, please no frantic outbursts or you will just damage yourself even further.” The surgeon takes away the oxygen mask and I move my hands to my face, there is tube crawling from my nostril. I pull the grey sheet up over my head, sure there it is, the catheter bag strapped to my leg.
This is all real. So very real.
Why am I alive?
Is this the twist?
With all these injuries, am I not better off dead?
I don’t even have a voice to ask these questions.
Both arms flick out besides me, my left-hand thumping metal causing quite a racket. My eyes are sealed, what the fuck did I just hit? Am I not dead yet?
”TE…….YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY”
There go my words again. My fists frantically slam against the metal besides me, cold smooth metal, feels like railings. What is on my face?
A force pushes against my shoulders, restraining my floundering body. Angel no, let me be frantic in my end, he needs to see my suffering.
”Give him another dose of morphling.”
What the fuck. No.
Darkness.
”Mr Cham.”
A formal awakening, is this Ripred or the devil welcoming me to their land? There is darkness within my own eyes, I dare not face the reality that my death has led me too. Holy shit, so there must be this heaven and hell thing then. Whatever my head lays on, it sinks my cranium into a soft paradise. I just want to lay here, this comfort that death has wrapped me up in, no more moving…no more working. Just sleeping here with the irritating little voice in my ear. ”Parson are you awake?” No, I am in ecstasy, I relish this warmth and world free of the agony that I have endured for so long. Every inch of my body feels foreign, as if replaced with something else. Something is wrapped around my face, but I do not question it, I am so happy in this cushioned world.
”There is a smile on your face, I know you can hear me.”
Of course, little voice in my ear, this is bliss. Let me snooze for an eternity, how can a guy like me be blessed with such an after-life? Oh, wow the world is spinning. My eye lids, what a colourful show they have going on.
Angel’s face, his arms wrapping around me.
Oh, and Annie, juggling those knives and praise Ripred that Hellion is just a background character in this little scene playing in my head.
Who is that behind her though?
”TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
There is a sharp prick in my upper arm, where has the comf…
Again.Darkness.
Where has the comfort gone?
A heavy head now sits atop of my shoulders and my eyes feel as those they have been forced open. A blinding light directly above me but it is blurred. A grey ceiling spinning with the world, this must be hell.
Oh, I feel like complete shit, death has given me a taste of ecstasy, as if I was on the morphling again and now I am back to reality. Pain still tingling in my abdomen. What is on my face?
”Parson Cham, please be calm.”
My eyes seek out the little voice, once a resident in that world of bliss that I lived in for just a moment. ”Mmmm wwrffggg eerggfs” Both hands move to my lips, there is a mask covering my face, a familiar feeling one. This is an oxygen mask.
”Don’t try to talk, you have some serious damage to your vocals, you need to rest that voice of yours and screaming Te…names will be no help to you.”
All that surrounds me suddenly becomes clear, I am in a hospital bed. This is not like the one at home, I am not home. Where the hell am I? I quickly push my upper body up, but I am swiftly met by the force of the other’s arms. ”Please rest.”
”Where….” As if the two words am I? are hard to say but here are my injuries. Injuries? But how can a dead man be living through his injuries. This can’t be real, I can’t be dead yet. I have prolonged it so much that I am hallucinating.
”You’re in the Capitol, Parson. You never died. That tracker suspended your body for a moment until we recovered you. I am the surgeon who brought you back to life. You have a lot of recovery to do, as I said about your neck before. You have a lot of abdominal injuries too, which is why you have the catheter and feeding tube temporarily for now.”
No, I am dead. Rebirthed as a vegetable, unable to even feed and piss myself. No this is not true.
”I’ll leave you to rest, please no frantic outbursts or you will just damage yourself even further.” The surgeon takes away the oxygen mask and I move my hands to my face, there is tube crawling from my nostril. I pull the grey sheet up over my head, sure there it is, the catheter bag strapped to my leg.
This is all real. So very real.
Why am I alive?
Is this the twist?
With all these injuries, am I not better off dead?
I don’t even have a voice to ask these questions.
