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This was not a good way to die.
This was most definitely not a good way to die. I don't know if there actually was a good way to die, but if there was this was not it. This wasn't even a cool way to die. I mean come on. I fell through the damn sidewalk.
At least, I think I did, I didn't understand what had happened, I was walking then I was falling and it was freaking me out.
Wind tore through my hair as I plummeted downwards, darkness grabbing at me as I went. Not the ambient darkness that had existed on the street, or the safe, comforting dark that helped the stars shine. This was cold and suffocating, pressing in on me.
I couldn't breathe, any and all ragged breaths I managed to take were quickly ripped away. I was dizzy, I couldn't see. Falling, falling, falling. A faint buzzing started faintly sounding, the white noise growing more and more intense with each second I didn't take a breath.
This was it. This was were I died. Suffocating after falling through a damn sidewalk.
My head rang, maybe if I could-
Snap
A scream ripped it's way out of my mouth, my now-broken leg crumbling as I fell down. I could breathe again, oh jeez I had never loved air more. Taking the deepest breath I possibly could, I tried to ignore pain I had never felt before radiating from my leg.
Because oh dear god it hurt.
I somewhere now at least, the fall through the sidewalk dropped me someplace, literally, breaking the leg I had landed on.
And oh my Lord was it broken.
Changing a glance at it I sucked in a breath. Blood, so, so much blood. The skin was mangled and torn, jagged pieces of ripped flesh splitting my thigh with- oh god. My vision swam, was that my bone? My breathing quickened and I clenched my hands around the skin above the break, hot, pained tears began to form, I felt lightheaded. It hurt.
Psssh
What in the ever loving fuck was that? The back of my mind vaguely acknowledged the sound of compressed air, the sound that a soda can made when you opened it, but the only thing I could really focus on was my leg.
"Are you alright?"
"Oh my god!"
"What happened?"
"Who is that?"
Heavy stomps rang in my ears as the floor shook with the pounding of feet, the sheer noise of it all causing my vision to waver and a splitting pain in my head. People were talking, louder and louder and over each other. Their voices were nagging and insistent but the meanings of the words were lost. Oh my head.
Pain. Pain everywhere. My leg throbbed and my head screamed. Everything was blurry and colors began to fade.
Not a cool way to die my head echoed one last time as the floor rushed closer.
Oh. Ow. Ugh.
Intense aching was the first thing I felt as the first tendrils of consciousness stroke my mind. Was I groaning? I feel like I might've be but I couldn't tell. There was something warm pressing up on my face in an almost comforting way. My eyelids felt nailed shut and it was a few moments before my head cleared enough to process that someone was trying to talk to me.
"-any pain? Can you hear me?" A soft voice called out, gentle and reassuring.
I should... I should respond shouldn't I?
Managing a groan, I felt my head nod a little and I heard a small sigh.
"That's good," whoever was there sounded relieved. The pressure on my cheek disappeared and I found myself missing. Something clattered nearby and a small, cold object was pushed against the side of my neck.
A sharp prick and a short hiss later and the thing was gone. Almost immediately I felt better, my head cleared completely, the weight on my being lifted and the pain was gone.
Another groan tumbled out of my mouth and I felt control of my limbs again.
"Can you tell me your name?" The voice asked, I groaned, a mumbled response falling from my lips. I was groaning a lot, wasn't I? Well I did just break my leg after falling through a sidewalk, I was entitled to some groaning.
"What was that?"
Then again, I should probably let other people could understand me. Grimacing, I propped myself up onto my elbows and a steady pair of hands grasped my arms, guiding me to sit up.
Was I on a bed? It felt like I was on a bed, I grimaced, I hated sitting on beds with my legs outstretched like that, it was awkward.
Taking a deep breath, I cracked my eyelids open.
And immediately closed them, oh wow that light was attacking my eyes.
Wincing slightly, I began the process of blinking them open, letting them adjust to the light before actually opening then again, I could still feel the imprint of the searing light and I was not going to repeat it.
With my eyes finally open, I peeked at my leg.
Which was not broken.
I felt my brow crinkle, what the hell? Had it all been a dream?
No, I internally shook my head, it hadn't been, there was no way I dreamed up that sort of pain.
"Umm," my voice sounded shaky, "How.. how did..?" I trailed off, poking my leg to make sure, all that I felt was smooth skin, no bone, no blood, just skin. What the fuck?
Did I go into a coma and sleep for five years? No, my legs didn't look atrophied, I was still wearing my shorts.
What in the fuck?
"You broke your leg," my eyes remained locked on my not-broken leg as the same voice from earlier began, "It was a bad fracture, but luckily we got to you before you bled out."
Something was off, it nagged at me, something was wrong.
"What's your name?" The voice asked again, it was patient and calm, which settled my nerves some. Slowly, I drew my attention away from my leg, looking to find the owner of the voice.
I blinked. And blinked.
Doctor Motherflippin Beverly Crusher was smiling down at me from her spot next to my bed, none other than Lieutenant Goddamn Worf Rozchenko right behind her glowering at me.
I blinked again, a strange sort of 'uhh' sound falling from my lips.
This was definitely a dream.
It had to be.