#semiconscious

Whumpril 2023 Day 28: Semiconscious

Semi-conscious

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Blood was still seaping out of his chest. The piece of fabric pressed against the fresh wound was soaked in red already. "Come on, keep your eyes open."

A firm, yet still gentle slap to his cheek. But opening his eyes again felt like a mission impossible. They were so heavy, everything of him was so heavy.

An all consuming weight on all of his being. It felt like, at least, a tiny weight was pressing down on every single one of his cells.

There was light, a thumb pulled one of his eyelids open, but it fell shut again, after the external pressure to move it at all, was gone. Blackness again. "Shit." Someone cursed.

Instand pain on his chest, right in the middle. Bony knuckles digged into his sternum painfully and dislodge a slight moan from his insides.

His eyes flew open and his body wanted to move to get away from the pain. But it only brought more pain. And there was actually pain. In comparison, his whole left side felt kind of numb and he was cold, but clammy.

"Hey, my man. Stay with me." His friend said. It was making no sense. Sure, he would stay. Where would he go anyway? He was much too weak, to even get up. But he couldn't recall, why anymore.

A grunt, that must have come from him. The knuckles rubbing his sternum again, trying to find a way into his body. "Stay with me!"

The voice urgent. But why would it be? Everything was calm and ... it was okay. He just wanted to sleep for a while. It was... okay.

"Dammit, open your eyes, kiddo. Come on." The voice faded out slowly and white noise cloaked him like a blanket until everything was swallowed by darkness.

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Edit: @whumpril - Day 28. Semiconscious

Everything was dark. Everything was dark and dead, and yet, it smelled like home. I couldn’t fathom why. I was lost, uncoordinated, wild thoughts jumping from one extreme to another in my mind. I was lost, memory-less, my sense of self torn apart then rebuilt from ashes. I was lost, left behind, who I once was thrown away for the sake of an all-encompassing hunger.

The place I was in was drenched in a painfully nostalgic smell of home, but it was empty. I let my nails trace the strange-cold-unalive walls. Why would anyone entrap themselves here, so far away from the sky? I wondered.

He faltered as his eyes fluttered, rolling back in his skull as the room abruptly swung dizzyingly around him. His lips kept moving as he tried to form out words, his limbs turning heavy and sluggish. He felt faded, unreal; there was a warm fuzziness in his chest that spread and enfolded his mind like a blanket, muffling his thoughts.

“That’s it, you just relax now.” The doctor murmured soothingly. He tried to look in her direction, turning his head clumsily, but his eyes refused to focus on her, sliding away and distorting her form. He tried again to speak, to protest.

“Mmnnoooh…nnh-hhh…”

Useless. The words were lost before they even reached his mouth, and even he was unsure what he was trying to say. He was spiralling away, fragments of his thoughts breaking off as his head lolled to the side, slipping into the darkness that was threatening to consume his vision.

“Just relax,” her voice whispered gently, uncomfortably close to his ear, “This will all be over soon. You’ll have a lovely, deep sleep, and when you wake up, we’ll be all done.”

“Mmn – nn – ”