Languishing [Fiona/ Faux]
Nov 28, 2018 20:11:11 GMT -5
Post by * on Nov 28, 2018 20:11:11 GMT -5
It had been hours, maybe, since I arrived into this hospital of sorts? The darkness just won't leave me no matter how hard I try to open my eyes, but the pain - oh the pain! It hurts so much to even try to move my eyes beyond this darkness and the longer I had laid there in that bed, the easier it got to explore my wounds. Nothing in my body felt sore except for a twinge in my back, but that was nothing. The burning sensation in my hand tore into my nerves with each movement, but my head is what hurt the most.
"You've lost your right eye. The damages was too significant and there was no saving it. As such, to prevent any more damage to the nerves, you will need to keep your left eye bandaged as well as you heal so you do not further complicate the healing process. Do you understand Ms...Zachariah?" The profound script he used for however many other people he's had to spell that out to just seemed too insincere. Maybe it was just me, but as my feet touched the ground, it felt weird not being able to see where I was walking. It felt like an eternal black hole.
"Carmen? Where is she? Is she here?" I ask, but the silence was too daunting to hear because I couldn't see his expression. I couldn't tell what his facial expressions were saying. "TELL ME. PLEASE. I NEED TO KNOW. I CAN'T SEE A DAMN THING." I scream at him. A hand touches my arm and I jerk back from him.
I want nothing but to cry and to hit him for the silence. The audacity of the silence for the blindness that I was given.
"Ms. Zachariah, Carmen is still in the arena." He finally tells me and I feel my heart still rapping aggressively against my chest and his hand guides me as I walk to... somewhere. I can hear the door open of sorts and my hands explore everything in front of me, afraid of him leading me to my death somehow in the confounds of a prison, perhaps. I am told that I can't leave this area and that there's no where that I can truly go to get out.
"Not that I can see to escape if I wanted to." I feel anger boiling up inside of my heart and I want to cry so much, but as my throat swells with acid, I have to force it back down. I can't cry. I haven't the means to. Grampa always said tears never solve anything. It certainly won't bring back my vision - or my family. I've lost them twice.
"Here is a guide stick for you. Use it as you explore your surroundings. Straight in front of you is the dining area. Don't trip over the chairs, please. We just spent hours trying to repair your wounds." I scoffed at him, but he cleared his throat. "To the right, is the viewing area for the games. You can go over there to watch, err listen, to the recaps and the current games. Directly on the other side of the dining area, if you go around it is the bathrooms. Immediately to your left and down is the sleeping quarters. You might want to find you a bed to go rest in for the rest of the night. You've had a rough day."
His voice goes silent again, and I turn expecting to see him staring at me, but instead my ears pick up on the footsteps as they get further and further away. My left hand captures the guide stick and I put it into the crook of my arm and a hand maps out the bandages wrapped around my eyes and the pain as I touch the right side.
I hiss.
"Damn it..." I've nothing left to do, but hope that anyone else in this place doesn't hold a grudge. The stick moves with my first two unsteady steps and then on as I try to blindly map out this holding cell vault. I have no idea what this place looks like or who it houses, I only hope that I can find my way.