Watchmen (c) Alan Moore and Dave Gibbins, I only entertain this absurdly fluffy idea.
Only character I own is Samantha Haley. And a few extraneous characters that no one will remember in the end.
Please don't kill me for doing this to Rorschach. It was something I had to get out of my brain. Rated M for language and violence, 'specially in the later chapters. Not sure if can actually be called "Mary-Sue"…but don't hate me…please?
Looking for constructive reviews, please.
Author's Note: And now the shit begins to hit the fan. Sorry for the long wait in posting. More shit will be happening soon.
1972
AWAY FROM THE WORLD
Samantha's mind suddenly snapped back into consciousness. The first thing she felt was pain. A lot of pain. Everything hurt, including thinking. She rolled her eyes under her lids, listening to her surroundings. It sounded busy, it felt unfamiliar, and it smelled sterile. Samantha slowly opened her right eye. Something soft covered her left and wouldn't allow it to open. She lifted her right hand and felt the covering. Gauze.
Her eye began to focus on the number of objects around her. Beeping machines, another empty bed, and a nurse at the foot of her own. Samantha's gaze traveled down her own body stopping at her left hand. It was heavily wrapped in gauze and had an IV needle in the crook of the elbow.
The nurse began to leave without noticing her patient was awake. Samantha tried to speak but her throat was incredibly raw. Images of hands around her neck flashed in her mind and a croaked cry made the nurse turn at the door.
"Oh, you're awake," she said quietly as she walked back to the bedside. "How do you feel?" Samantha arched her brow in an 'Are you serious?' kind of way. The nurse giggled. "I'm sorry, I know it's a stupid question, but it's standard and I have to ask it. Are you in any pain?" Samantha tried speaking again but her voice still wouldn't work, so she nodded.
The nurse smiled, "I'll be back with the doctor in a moment then." Samantha watched the nurse exit before trying to move her whole, pained body. Everything ached. Images of shattered glass, blood, fists and a strangled cry filled her mind. Samantha closed her eye as tears welled. Her breath came in croaking gasps. She heard footsteps and opened her eyes.
"Miss, I need you to calm down, breath easy," he said. Samantha's chest hurt as she tried to slow her breathing. After almost ten minutes she had it under control. "Easy, that's it. I'm Doctor Marks. Do you know where you are?" Samantha nodded. "Good, where are you?"
"Mer...cy...," Samantha paused, putting a hand to her throat. She straightened up a little and tried to speak again. "Mercy General Hospital. Just outside Time Square." Her brow furrowed, her voice sounded different. She massaged her throat, trying to sooth it's soreness. The nurse walked in with a needle in her hand and followed by a police officer.
The doctor looked surprised by his patients answer. "At least you know the general area. Do you remember your name?" he inquired as the officer took a stance behind him. The doctor cast him an uneasy glance.
"Sa...Samantha Lynn Haley. Born September seventh, nineteen forty-four," Samantha rattled off to the doctor's pleasure. The nurse was by her side, putting the needle of pain medication in the IV tube.
"That's good to hear." The doctor made a few notes on her chart.
"Do you remember what happened to you?" the police officer questioned. The doctor rolled his eyes as he turned to the officer.
"I was getting to that. I'd appreciated it if; at the moment, that you would allow me ask her the questions. Are we clear?" the doctor threatened. The officer nodded and flattened himself against the wall.
"Can I get this off, please?" Samantha was pulling at the gauze covering her left eye.
"Of course, let me help." The doctor stepped to her bedside and pulled a set of scissors from his lab-coat pocket. He snipped the gauze and slowly unwrapped Samantha's head.
"Much better, right?" he asked, tossing the gauze in the trash. Samantha finally opened both eyes and was shocked. "This doesn't look good," Doctor Marks stated. Samantha lifted her right hand to cover her right eye. She blinked her left eye to make sure it was open.
"The wound has completely healed but there's a problem with your eye. It didn't look like this when you were brought in." Doctor Marks pulled a small flashlight from his pocket and checked pupil reaction. There was none.
"Must be a detached retina," Samantha stated as she swatted the doctor's hand away.
"You mean...this isn't a problem?" Doctor Marks sounded surprised.
"Hell no." Samantha tried to laugh, but could only cough. "I was legally blind in that eye anyway. Could barely make out a few colors and only saw shadows. This is nothing," Samantha sighed as the morphine kicked in.
The doctor leaned in, beyond his patients comfort zone, "Do you remember what happened to you?"
Samantha opened her; now greatly, mismatched eyes. They were sad and angry. "Yea..." Her eyes told the doctor that she; for the time being, was refusing to elaborate. Her eyes began to close as the morphine took effect and she tried to slip back into the throws of sleep. The doctor shook her shoulder lightly and her eyes snapped open again.
"Just one more question, Ms. Haley. What's the date?"
"Friday...no, Saturday, June tenth, nineteen seventy-two. Why?" She cocked her head to look her doctor in the eyes.
"I'm afraid it's not. You've been asleep for a week, Ms. Haley. It's Friday, June sixteenth, nineteen seventy-two," Doctor Marks stated.
"...what?" Samantha's eyes rolled in their sockets and she was trying to account for what the doctor had just said but she couldn't. It had felt like she'd slept through one night, not a whole week.
"Are you alright?" he questioned. Samantha shook her head and looked out the window. She couldn't believe he'd been out of the world for a week. "Do you need anything?" Doctor Marks probed.
"Sleep," Samantha sighed. The officer looked between her and the doctor and motioned for the later to follow him to the door.
"I thought I was going to be able to speak with her tonight?" the officer whispered harshly.
"She's been through a traumatic incident, recovery cannot be rushed. Especially since she's only just woken up. You'll have to come back another time," Doctor Marks whispered back.
"He can come back tomorrow." Both men looked to Samantha. The nurse was also looking at her patient. How had she heard them? The nurse didn't even know they were talking. "I'll be more awake and alert then. Able to...," Samantha yawned painfully. "Able to answer your questions better tomorrow."
"It's decided then. You can come back tomorrow, Sir." Doctor Marks moved to escort the officer out. "Kelley, give her something to help her sleep and check on her every hour," he ordered before walking out.
"You don't need anything do you?" Samantha shook her head. "But even I have to follow doctors orders. I'll be right back." Kelley placed a gentle hand on Samantha's shoulder before leaving the room.
Samantha turned back to the window, her mind weaving around the events that had taken place last Friday. She remembered every pain, every breaking bone. Her eyes began to close; she'd never heard the nurse return.
Kelley watched as her patient fell asleep. She placed a hand on her shoulder again before leaving. At the door, she turned back and said in a soft voice, "Sleep well, Samantha."