Reality Check
Disclaimer: I don't own ALIAS, and after the whole "Vaughn might have died" finale, I'm a little upset that JJ does!!!
I don't like to cuss, but I know the characters do, so I've put the first letter and little stars, juvenile I know…GET OVER IT!!!!
ALSO- I am not a medical expert, so I might have some of the jargon wrong
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SCENE 2
-------Sark's face comes into view just as mine goes blank.-------
I slowly regain my senses.
The first is the sound of a soft, high-pitched (and, might I add, very annoying) beeping noise.
Beeeep… Beeeep… Beeeep...
Next is touch; the feel, of the crisp and cool sheets that cover me, and the stiff yet soft mattress that supports me. Along with something else, a dull, piercing pain in my right arm, but a warmth in my left coming from a hand that is holding mine.
My eyes flutter open, to take in a symphony of bright blurry colors. They begin to focus on the figure standing over me. I wonder if perhaps the masculine figure is an angel, have I finally lucked out! But I soon realize that his halo is florescent; and although he IS wearing a white jacket, its covering a navy blue v-neck T-shirt, somehow I doubt angels wear 100% cotton clothing. Which is really quite fortunate for them, since they do tend to shrink like crazy!
My eyes wander up, from his attire, to his face; hmm, going for the whole "haven't shaved in two days look" are we?
Still feeling like I've been run over by a semi-truck, I stare blankly at his face. Wait a minute… that smile… that nose… those eyes! Okay, either I HAVE died, or apparently my mental senses have yet to make an appearance! This has to be some cruel joke. He's dead, I saw him with my own eyes.
I desperately want to cry, or shout, but my well seems to be dry. How I manage even one word, I don't know, but with every ounce of energy and determination I can muster I utter…
"Danny!?!"
TBC
Disclaimer: I don't own ALIAS, and after the whole "Vaughn might have died" finale, I'm a little upset that JJ does!!!
I don't like to cuss, but I know the characters do, so I've put the first letter and little stars, juvenile I know…GET OVER IT!!!!
ALSO- I am not a medical expert, so I might have some of the jargon wrong
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SCENE 2
-------Sark's face comes into view just as mine goes blank.-------
I slowly regain my senses.
The first is the sound of a soft, high-pitched (and, might I add, very annoying) beeping noise.
Beeeep… Beeeep… Beeeep...
Next is touch; the feel, of the crisp and cool sheets that cover me, and the stiff yet soft mattress that supports me. Along with something else, a dull, piercing pain in my right arm, but a warmth in my left coming from a hand that is holding mine.
My eyes flutter open, to take in a symphony of bright blurry colors. They begin to focus on the figure standing over me. I wonder if perhaps the masculine figure is an angel, have I finally lucked out! But I soon realize that his halo is florescent; and although he IS wearing a white jacket, its covering a navy blue v-neck T-shirt, somehow I doubt angels wear 100% cotton clothing. Which is really quite fortunate for them, since they do tend to shrink like crazy!
My eyes wander up, from his attire, to his face; hmm, going for the whole "haven't shaved in two days look" are we?
Still feeling like I've been run over by a semi-truck, I stare blankly at his face. Wait a minute… that smile… that nose… those eyes! Okay, either I HAVE died, or apparently my mental senses have yet to make an appearance! This has to be some cruel joke. He's dead, I saw him with my own eyes.
I desperately want to cry, or shout, but my well seems to be dry. How I manage even one word, I don't know, but with every ounce of energy and determination I can muster I utter…
"Danny!?!"
TBC
