Salt Water and Petty Screams
Brown eyes opened slowly, still and unfocused.
But the glaze passed and they began searching the surroundings.
Lara sat up slowly, long brown hair undone and smelling like plastic.
After a two second inspection, she noted several strands had been burned. So had several parts of her clothes.
Then she remembered how she'd been knocked out.
Looking around franticly, she spotted a large, heavily muscled, very burnt body about two feet away.
She crawled over to the Wolverine, every one of her muscles protesting.
She bent over his head and almost screamed.
Large chunks of skin were either black, or had been completely burnt off.
His shirt was almost gone, some of it fused to his skin. Same with his pants.
Several fingers were charred stumps, some completely gone.
His lips...there were no lips.
Or eyelids.
Or eyes.
Lara, beginning to panic, checked his pulse.
He had none.
She shook him.
Don't be dead. Don't be dead. Oh PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD.
But he was.
She screamed.
Long, high, shrill, and oh so pained.
She cried.
Tears streaming down, hitting the black,broken body of the Wolverine.
But he couldn't feel it.
Couldn't hear it.
He never would again.
She curled up and continued her screams and tears of agony.
She went until was hoarse .
Until she had no more salt or water to spare.
Until she passed out from exhaustion.
She did not wake up for a very long time.