English is still not my first language, so whatever this is - I tried my best.
This is not proofread. So, if you find mistakes (what kind soever) or something confusing then please tell me. I will try my best to fix it.
Have fun :3
There are people around her. A lot of them.
She can feel them, hear them, smell them.
Even before she can pull herself far enough out of the unconsciousness to actively identify her surroundings.
There is a lot of noise. Muted, but getting clearer.
The talking, the shuffling, scratching, metal on metal, a beeping sound.
They are talking urgently, but what they say she can't make out.
There is pain too. Pain is good. Pain means she is alive.
Beep... ... ... Beep... ... ...
The pain grabs at, pulling her back into reality, pushing her up through the layers.
Beep... ... ..Beep... ... ..
A throbbing in her ankle. Not nice, but not severe.
The stomach is worse. A smarting wound. Pressure. Something is piercing right into the cut.
Beep... ... .Beep... ...
Bright lights above her.
It's so loud.
Male voices, female voices - a jumbled mess.
The beeping is getting faster. Beep... ... Beep... ..Beep... .Beep...
A moment when the voices stop, when everything stops.
Beep... Beep...Beep...
They're coming closer, talking to her.
She opens her eyes, but can't see. It's so bright. Too bright. She can't identify the people, the place.
She tries to sit up.
They push at her, holding her down.
She grabs the hand from her shoulder and twists it around. A scream rings through her ears.
More hands to push at her, trying to keep her down.
Blurry faces. Loud voices.
She is kicking someone in the chest. Another one gets hit in the stomach.
All look the same.
They scream for help. It's loud. So loud.
She's trying to wrestle out of their grip, but too many hands are restraining her movements.
A strange taste in her lungs. A heavy taste, pulling her down from within.
Oh, she knows this feeling. Knows it all too well.
They're sedating her.
Or at least trying to.
Playing along, she stops fighting and lets her muscles relax. Deep breathes - quiet and steady.
The beeping slows down.
Gradually the pressure eases off. The hands leave her body - one after the other.
Relieved voices ring through the room.
She will pretend to be asleep, letting them think the drug took her out. Resting her body. Saving up energy.
Until they leave her alone.
As soon as there isn't anyone around her anymore, she will vanish into thin air. Like she has never been here, in this hospital...
A hospital. Of all places...
Who would've brought her here anyway?
Surely not those guys. They won't be able to move for a while. And even if, helping her would be the last thing on their minds.
She can't remember much from that fight.
She had kicked one in the head, sending him headfirst into a wall. But her footing was wrong and she had twisted her ankle.
And then? What had happened then?
Came the knife before or after that kick? And what had happened to the other guy? Did he run? Did he attack her? Or had he been on the ground already?
She remembers walking away from that place. Or rather stumbling.
But where did she go? Where had she wanted to go and how far did she come?
She had been tired. Everything had felt so heavy. She wanted to sleep so badly.
And now she is here. In some hospital. Needing help.
She can't remember ever even being in one, let alone needing one.
Stupid girl! Why had she been so careless?
She had been upset - her emotions in turmoil, right, but she hadn't trusted a single one of them in years, let alone two. So why now?
Normally she knows better than to trust people. Especially people she knows.
...
They dress her in something else, lift her onto a bed and wheel her through the corridors into an elevator. Three or four floors she guesses.
Hard to tell, when the nurses are constantly gossiping - loudly.
It takes another few corridors and the nurses doing things around her before she hears a door closing.
Silence.
No beeping, no rustling, no breathing around her. Nothing.
Not taking any chances she stays still for a little longer.
When she is certain that there is no one in the room with her, she quickly scans her surroundings and sits up, wincing.
Lifting the hospital gown, she examines the bandage on her stomach. A big white plaster to cover the wound - she pulls half of it off.
So the cut was deep enough for stitching, but not too deep to need surgery. That's good.
It had been hard to tell the moment that knife had sliced through her. But as it is, it will only be another scar on her body.
She notices the IV still connected to her arm and removes it. Pressing the fabric down on the small red dot she looks around.
She is in a one-bed room with green walls, white sheets, a closet, two doors - the wide one surely leading to the hall, white curtains.
A window.
Her route to get out of this place.
Getting up from the bed, she staggers to the closet in hope of finding something less noticeable than that gown.
They had overlooked her ankle. Unfortunately. She will need to stabilise it before she can even attempt to climb out that window.
Halfway across the room - the door opens.
A tall man - seemingly surprised to see her there.
It takes her only a second to recover.
She is right in front of him, lands a hit in the middle of his chest and pulls him into the room. He stumbles a few steps but doesn't go down.
She goes for his kidney, but he intercepts the blow.
A fighter. Damn!
She needs to knock him out. Fast.
But he dodges and blocks everything she can throw at him.
It's getting harder.
Hurry up!
Twisting around she is about to knee him in the groin as the last of her stitches finally give in.
Time's up!
Last option: kicking his head.
No time to right her footing.
Placing her weight on the hurt foot, she barely moves before her ankle gives in.
Pain shoots through her like an electric shock.
Darkness engulfs her before she can see it coming.
Hey there :3 It has been quite a while, huh?
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Forgive me, guys, for taking so much time... (Ugh, doesn't that sound familiar?... Is someone getting that reference? Then yeah... my head is thinking up scenarios for a possible AU/ Crossover thingy and is already trying to make it logical ... Isn't that hilarious? ... No. It's not. I was and still am so obsessed with it... it's a bit sad... sigh... I'm trying to knit it away, but then I get caught up in knitting... I am such an old lady...)
What to say about this chapter? I don't know... Just go with it? It's not as if I can decide anything in this story anymore anyway...
The poor girl wanted to be heard, well, read... OK?
Though I have a bit of a hard time liking this chapter. It's not completely bad, but not right either... sigh...
Someone an idea?
Oh and I'm currently working on an one-shot. It's for my presentee in the Skip Beat! Secret Santa 2015 on Tumblr. So that takes a bit of my time too. Sorry. But if I get it done - and I clearly hope I do - I will upload it in January or so.
And I am not going to write on anything else but those two. Yes, I have to reprimand myself! I got a bit lost in my other works as I was on the search for a prompt or the like...
Ok, enough. I'm out now. Need to find my bed and get a cure for those headaches...
A big Thank You to everyone who followed, faved and reviewed :D I love you guys xxx Sooooo much there are no words for it! (Or at least I don't know the words for it...)
Thank you for reading.
Have a nice day.
Ja ne
Kia