Ok. So that cliffie was kind evil... Here's chapter 2... *ducks out to hide*
Catherine's head was pounding and she was cold. Slowly she opened her eyes, turning her head slightly to survey her surroundings.
The room was dimly lit, the bulbs casting an eerie, blue-ish glow over the metal walls. She tried to sit up but was unable to move. It took her a few moments to realise that her arms and legs were chained to the corners of the metal table on which she lay.
But it was Catherine's second realisation that chilled her to the bone; someone had stripped her down to her underwear. Before her mind could ponder this fact and its ramifications anymore, a soft groan to her left diverted her attention.
"Ray?" her voice was hoarse, making her wonder briefly how long she'd been unconscious. The only answer she received was a strangled, wet sounding moan that caused her blood to run cold.
Catherine craned her neck round. After a few moments of struggling a second metal table came into her line of sight. She gasped loudly, bile rising in her throat, threatening to spill from her mouth as her stomach lurched and heaved, her mind struggling to comprehend the image before her.
She could make out Ray's form, shackled to the table in a similar fashion to herself. An IV pole stood next to the head of the table, a heart monitor just to the side of it. Now she was aware of it, she could make out the low hum of the ventilator that had been placed in the gap between them.
Taking a deep breath to try and tempter her nausea, Catherine's gaze followed the line of tubing that ran from the ventilator to Ray's mouth.
A neat Y-incision had been made through the flesh of his chest, the skin peeled back like a bed sheet. His ribs were missing, placed in a pile between his shackled ankles, and allowing Catherine a glimpse at the pink organs that still remained inside the cavity, his heart pulsating in a steady rhythm.
Her eyes moved back to his face, locking with his brown ones. A single tear trickled down his cheek, mirrored by one of her own. The sensory and emotional overload of seeing him like this caused Catherine to lose her hard fought battle against the nausea that had plagued her since waking. White hot bile burned her throat and gushed from her open mouth, coating the edge of the table then dripping and pooling on the floor beneath.
"Oh Ray," she choked out. "I'm so sorry." Tears flowed down her cheeks, sobs wracking her body in place of the heaves, filling the silence of the room until, exhausted, she slipped from consciousness once more.
I'm seriously worried about my mental health now...
Lily
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