Chapter 12: Ok
Chris POV
I open my eyes slightly and I see blurry figures. I can't tell if they are talking because I can't hear with this ringing in my ears. Then I feel a hand on my neck, probably checking a pulse. I try to sit up but I can't feel my legs or really anything from the neck down. That causes me panic, I just can't lose everything and everyone I care about, not like this.
"Chris? Can you hear me?" My hearing is slowly coming back, so I try to look up but not before my eyelids close on me and I begin to shake violently. Pairs of hands go to help control the shaking while someone is assessing the wounds.
"Chris?" A hand reaches out and brushes my forehead. "It's Deacon, you are going to be ok. That piece of rubble saved your life. Your lung is about to collapse due to that metal coming out, we need to insert a chest tube. It's going to be ok" I try to believe him, the tube is in place and suddenly everything hits me every cut, bruise, broken bone, and the swelling lung; I can feel it. I try to scream but instead I make a dying animal sound that catches everyone off guard. The pain consumes me and all I can do is look straight and through my eyes I see Street, Tan, Luca, and Hondo holding me in place. And Deacon is at my side holding my head and hand.
"Chris! Chris, it's ok" Deacon says gripping my hand, but I don't believe him. My eyes roll to the back of my head and my body responds by slipping from the grasp of my teammates and does something that must look like a seizure because everyone, but Deacon, seems to move back. But everyone comes right back and are able to control it but not before I hit a few of them.
My eyes flood with tears and I start to fade in and out of consciousness, my body is still shaking violently as I'm lifted into a stretcher and placed in an ambulance. EMTs are trying to stop the shaking but despite their efforts it takes two plus Deacon to hold me down enough for another person to keep working on me. The last thing I see is Deacon as he tries to form words that I can't hear.
