Post by Lyre Maybridge on Oct 18, 2012 23:17:23 GMT -6
The pink haired girl had blitzed away in a flash of emerald before sinking into the circuit box and speeding down along the wires toward the hospital, Lyre's current destination. Feet following a few steps, Kaien's departure reaching her ears and an overwhelming sense of loneliness washed over her and she turned around to his fading back. A protest working its way up, but as his nullifying field disappeared along with him, the raging headache returned with as much force as it had first arrived when her head slammed into the glass wall of the arena. A small cry left her with a small trail of blood trickling down from her nose as she threaded her burnt fingers through her dirt covered hair and pressed over her ears. Her entire body falling against the light post as she leaned over and emptied the contents of her stomach, long hair falling over her shoulders and catching some of the vomit much to her disgust. Another wave of nausea from the thought and she dry heaved until her body shuddered and she nearly collapsed against the light post - the only thing holding her body up.
Grey eyes peered up through the tears, looking in the direction Kaien had left to before forcing herself up straight and dragged her feet down the quiet path to the hospital. Leaving a small trail of blood and pieces of peeling flesh as she made her way down, an occasional car passing by but paying her absolutely no mind. But as she made her way through the hospital parking lot to the front doors of the emergency room, those who were out and around the room simply stopped to gape. Their thoughts flickering as if this was some sort of cruel Halloween joke, but when she stopped and leaned against the side of the building, coughing and hacking with a small trail of blood and a quiet groan they knew it was real.
The glass doors of the emergency room slid open, and Lyre pushed her way through. Dragging her feet along the way because Gods, was she tired. Every limb felt like lead on string and her eyes had threatened to close and her body give out several times during her trek to the hospital. But I'm here, I made it. She offered the a small smile to the receptionist of the emergency room, before her grey eyes rolled to the back of her head because she could finally just let herself give into the darkness that had tapped her shoulder the entire journey here. Not hearing the receptionist's scream, the emergency call for a code red or even the people coming up and lifting her up onto the stretcher. Lyre remained blissfully unaware until someone patted the side of her cheek, calling for her to stay awake but for the love of- why? she wanted to ask, but the words didn't even form. Her mouth didn't even move, only her grey eyes seemed aware and that was just barely. The lights over head that flicked in and out of her vision as she was rolled down to an emergency surgery room where doctors were alerted and prepping themselves for her arrival.
"Stay awake! Can you please tell me your name?" Lyre. "Ma'am!" What? "Where do you live?" I don't- "Do you have any relatives?" Please, just let me sleep. I'm so tired. Slowly, her grey eyes shut and she was completely dead to the world as they rolled her into the emergency room. Scrambling for sedatives, pain medication, and for things to stop the bleeding and attempt to isolate the burned areas to prevent infection.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
With a soft moan, Lyre squinted against the morning rays of sun that filtered through the partially closed window. Her body ached in places she didn't quite know existed and a small part of her wondered what felt worse, before the hospital or after.
"You're awake."
Glancing to the side, her head to heavy to move as she stared through hazy eyes at the brown haired doctor with such a pretty shade of blue eyes who smiled kindly at her. "You gave us all quite a scare, how are you feeling?" The words processed slowly to Lyre, watching the woman as her lips moved but she couldn't really make out anything she was saying and her expression seemed to reflect because the woman gave a sympathetic smile. "Just go back to sleep." And with a distant click of medical equipment beside her, where Lyre didn't have the energy to move her head, a cold liquid entered through the top of her hand before her world was swallowed up by darkness.
Such a bright vibrant red, but the edges were blurred and she couldn't make out a face. The voice was nothing but something you would hear off a slow motion cam. She couldn't understand anything, a part of her trying to move her arm to glance down at the watch she always wore, but there was no watch, only white like a foreign limb.
With a jerk Lyre blinked away the grogginess and tilted her head to the nurse who was currently at her bedside. Checking monitors and adjusting small things, like the oxygen monitor on the only piece of flesh showing from her completely bandaged arm. "You're awake! Again!" A small nod was the cheerful nurses answer, and even that motion had her wince. The small dull throb of her head making its presence known. "Careful, you had a nasty bump on the side of your head.. To put it lightly." She added as an after thought. "Do you know where you are?" Lyre glanced at her and around the room before giving another nod, a lot slower this time. "Do you know your name?" Grey eyes met dark green and her dry lips parted. "Lyre." The nurse smiled gently before continuing her questions. "Do you have any family you'd like to contact?" Mommy. Daddy. "No." A frown graced the nurses dark features. "Friends?" Kaien. "No." "Any one?" "No." "I see." She leaned away from the bed, scribbling things down on a clipboard that seemed to have materialized out of thin air. "The doctor will be here soon, but there are some cops here who would like to talk to you about what happened, are you feeling up for it?" She gave a small hopeful smile. No. "Sure." With that, the nurse turned around and whisked away the curtain that separated Lyre from the rest of the room. Revealing a quaint sized hospital room. The window was on the far left, completely opposite to the door leading to the rest of the building. Towards that door was another one to which Lyre assumed led to a bathroom, there was a small counter with cabinets and a sink, a small couch to her left just below the window and a TV hung up in the corner.
There was only a moments silence before the door opened again to reveal to men in uniform. Each holding up badges for her to examine before parking themselves to stand at the very end of her bed. Her grey eyes finally falling onto her completely bandaged hands, from the tips of her fingers all the way up before the shorter chubbier cop cleared his throat before the smaller - obviously newer- cop whipped out a small notepad from his pockets and gulped as he examined her injuries with a wary glance before seemingly steeling himself.
"Can you tell us your name?"
"Lyre."
"Last name?"
Maybridge. "I don't remember."
There was muttering amongst the two, whispers of amnesia and concussions falling onto her ears as she remained eerily still and silent, simply waiting. The newer cop noticing the lifeless look to her eyes, as if she was there but not. He held back a shudder.
"Can you tell us what happened?"
No. "They took me."
"Who took you?"
The guys running the arena. "Some men, I don't know, they wore masks."
"Can you give us any information on them, any appearance details?"
"He was on the shorter side." A sadist. "And always seemed haggard, he had a cane." That broke hitting Kaien.
There was more whispers, useless information and if she could give them any information simply rolling off her shoulders as if she hadn't heard it in the first place.
"Can you tell us where you live?"
"Downtown."
There was a scoff from the shorter one as she gruffly heard. "No wonder she was taken." The newer recruit watching as the light filtered back into her eyes and suddenly she was leaning up.
"You think I asked for this?" Her voice was disbelief, and the cop gave her a once over before settling on her expression and giving a scowl. "That ain't no place for you, girlie." Lyre gaped, fingers ignoring the pain as she clenched the sheets on her. Anger bubbling up and boiling over.
"I bet you think that because circumstances are poor for some people that they deserve it - or even better, you think they'll all make bad decisions and turn into rapists and murderers because that's where they live so that's what they must be. Don't you? I didn't ask for this, I didn't ask to be tortured. I didn't ask to be burned. I didn't ask for any of this!"
The cop took the defensive against her accusations on his person, eyes narrowing as he scowled directly at her. "A girl like you shouldn't even be downtown. Where are your parents? They fail to keep ya on a leash like the rest of those children running around wielding guns acting like they're in a gang? Pathetic, worthless excuse of a parent for letting their children leave at night. People don't know how to raise their children these days, or how to supervise them for that matter."
The last restraint had snapped at his words against her parents, the people who had loved her through it all and probably still loved her despite her having run away from home for her own safety.
"You listen to me you poor excuse for a human being! My parents were great people and just because you're some cop who thinks that he's so great because you've solved one or two cases doesn't mean shit. And a girl like me? You mean the college student who's attempting to survive off a measly budget and get out of here?! I DIDN'T ASK AND NEVER WANTED TO BE TAKEN FROM MY HOME, I NEVER ASKED TO BE TORTURED! I never asked fo-for" Fat tears dripped from the corner of her eyes as she glared harshly at the cop, lips twitching down. She was so angry and so tired, fed up, frustrated, and so upset. "I didn't ask to lose my only friend to that place! I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS."
The tears trickled down her face, the dull ache in the back of her head pulsing until it was throbbing behind her eyelids. "Accusing your victims of asking for these things to happen to them is just an act of a closed-minded fool who refuses to see anything other than what he wants to believe. I REFUSE to be judged by someone so worthless and a waste of my time. Now leave!"
The cop snarled at her, his pen crushing in his grasp but before a retort could be spoken the door to the room opened and was met with the cold gaze of the doctor. "I believe your time harassing my patient is over. I don't appreciate people waltzing in here thinking they can mind fuck the people in here. I'll make sure your district supervisor hears of your poor performance. But as of now I'll have you take your leave, gentlemen." The cop quickly turned on his heel and left, with his newer charge scampering behind him and sending a sympathetic look toward Lyre before the door was slammed shut in his face.
"I'm so sorry about that, I should have had someone here. Just in case, it's not the first time he's aggravated my patients." She spoke softly, but it felt on deaf ears as Lyre cried and sobbed into her burned hands. Ignoring the stinging of her hands as her bandages soaked everything in and onto her burned skin. The throbbing harsh and agonizing like a pulsing hammer to the back of her head, and as the doctor walked forward she didn't recognize anything else as a burning sensation filtered in through the top of her hand and her vision went dark once more.
Red. Red again, more slurring and blurry edges. They were moving, walking about her room which looked a lot like the hospital room she occupied. The faces were blurred, everything was blurred. Like shifting through thick fog.
Lyre awoke the next morning, drained but a little bit lighter than the day before. So when the doctor came in mentioning a bath, her eyes lit up at the chance to get the dirt and grime off of her and a chance for fresh sheets then the ones her bloody and dirty self had gotten on. Of course she had to have the help of a nurse, much to Lyre's embarrassment. But the bath felt wonderful on her scorching limbs and having her hair washed felt heaven sent.
The last of the bandages were wrapped around her arms and legs before she was wheeled back to her bed that awaited with fresh and clean sheets. Having help to lift her onto the bed but as they put the covers over her, she was in delight. Warm! they had given her the blankets fresh from the dryer and with a TV that she hadn't used in over a year, she settled herself in. Nothing but her, warm blankets, and the cute little penguins on TV's "Planet Earth."
"Lyre?"
Grey eyes glanced over to the nurse that poked her head in quietly, upon seeing her awake she gave a soft smile. "You have a visitor." Hope burst in her chest like a firework exploding.
Kaien?
((Meh, not what I originally had in mind, but good enough - at least I hope so!))
Grey eyes peered up through the tears, looking in the direction Kaien had left to before forcing herself up straight and dragged her feet down the quiet path to the hospital. Leaving a small trail of blood and pieces of peeling flesh as she made her way down, an occasional car passing by but paying her absolutely no mind. But as she made her way through the hospital parking lot to the front doors of the emergency room, those who were out and around the room simply stopped to gape. Their thoughts flickering as if this was some sort of cruel Halloween joke, but when she stopped and leaned against the side of the building, coughing and hacking with a small trail of blood and a quiet groan they knew it was real.
The glass doors of the emergency room slid open, and Lyre pushed her way through. Dragging her feet along the way because Gods, was she tired. Every limb felt like lead on string and her eyes had threatened to close and her body give out several times during her trek to the hospital. But I'm here, I made it. She offered the a small smile to the receptionist of the emergency room, before her grey eyes rolled to the back of her head because she could finally just let herself give into the darkness that had tapped her shoulder the entire journey here. Not hearing the receptionist's scream, the emergency call for a code red or even the people coming up and lifting her up onto the stretcher. Lyre remained blissfully unaware until someone patted the side of her cheek, calling for her to stay awake but for the love of- why? she wanted to ask, but the words didn't even form. Her mouth didn't even move, only her grey eyes seemed aware and that was just barely. The lights over head that flicked in and out of her vision as she was rolled down to an emergency surgery room where doctors were alerted and prepping themselves for her arrival.
"Stay awake! Can you please tell me your name?" Lyre. "Ma'am!" What? "Where do you live?" I don't- "Do you have any relatives?" Please, just let me sleep. I'm so tired. Slowly, her grey eyes shut and she was completely dead to the world as they rolled her into the emergency room. Scrambling for sedatives, pain medication, and for things to stop the bleeding and attempt to isolate the burned areas to prevent infection.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
With a soft moan, Lyre squinted against the morning rays of sun that filtered through the partially closed window. Her body ached in places she didn't quite know existed and a small part of her wondered what felt worse, before the hospital or after.
"You're awake."
Glancing to the side, her head to heavy to move as she stared through hazy eyes at the brown haired doctor with such a pretty shade of blue eyes who smiled kindly at her. "You gave us all quite a scare, how are you feeling?" The words processed slowly to Lyre, watching the woman as her lips moved but she couldn't really make out anything she was saying and her expression seemed to reflect because the woman gave a sympathetic smile. "Just go back to sleep." And with a distant click of medical equipment beside her, where Lyre didn't have the energy to move her head, a cold liquid entered through the top of her hand before her world was swallowed up by darkness.
Such a bright vibrant red, but the edges were blurred and she couldn't make out a face. The voice was nothing but something you would hear off a slow motion cam. She couldn't understand anything, a part of her trying to move her arm to glance down at the watch she always wore, but there was no watch, only white like a foreign limb.
With a jerk Lyre blinked away the grogginess and tilted her head to the nurse who was currently at her bedside. Checking monitors and adjusting small things, like the oxygen monitor on the only piece of flesh showing from her completely bandaged arm. "You're awake! Again!" A small nod was the cheerful nurses answer, and even that motion had her wince. The small dull throb of her head making its presence known. "Careful, you had a nasty bump on the side of your head.. To put it lightly." She added as an after thought. "Do you know where you are?" Lyre glanced at her and around the room before giving another nod, a lot slower this time. "Do you know your name?" Grey eyes met dark green and her dry lips parted. "Lyre." The nurse smiled gently before continuing her questions. "Do you have any family you'd like to contact?" Mommy. Daddy. "No." A frown graced the nurses dark features. "Friends?" Kaien. "No." "Any one?" "No." "I see." She leaned away from the bed, scribbling things down on a clipboard that seemed to have materialized out of thin air. "The doctor will be here soon, but there are some cops here who would like to talk to you about what happened, are you feeling up for it?" She gave a small hopeful smile. No. "Sure." With that, the nurse turned around and whisked away the curtain that separated Lyre from the rest of the room. Revealing a quaint sized hospital room. The window was on the far left, completely opposite to the door leading to the rest of the building. Towards that door was another one to which Lyre assumed led to a bathroom, there was a small counter with cabinets and a sink, a small couch to her left just below the window and a TV hung up in the corner.
There was only a moments silence before the door opened again to reveal to men in uniform. Each holding up badges for her to examine before parking themselves to stand at the very end of her bed. Her grey eyes finally falling onto her completely bandaged hands, from the tips of her fingers all the way up before the shorter chubbier cop cleared his throat before the smaller - obviously newer- cop whipped out a small notepad from his pockets and gulped as he examined her injuries with a wary glance before seemingly steeling himself.
"Can you tell us your name?"
"Lyre."
"Last name?"
Maybridge. "I don't remember."
There was muttering amongst the two, whispers of amnesia and concussions falling onto her ears as she remained eerily still and silent, simply waiting. The newer cop noticing the lifeless look to her eyes, as if she was there but not. He held back a shudder.
"Can you tell us what happened?"
No. "They took me."
"Who took you?"
The guys running the arena. "Some men, I don't know, they wore masks."
"Can you give us any information on them, any appearance details?"
"He was on the shorter side." A sadist. "And always seemed haggard, he had a cane." That broke hitting Kaien.
There was more whispers, useless information and if she could give them any information simply rolling off her shoulders as if she hadn't heard it in the first place.
"Can you tell us where you live?"
"Downtown."
There was a scoff from the shorter one as she gruffly heard. "No wonder she was taken." The newer recruit watching as the light filtered back into her eyes and suddenly she was leaning up.
"You think I asked for this?" Her voice was disbelief, and the cop gave her a once over before settling on her expression and giving a scowl. "That ain't no place for you, girlie." Lyre gaped, fingers ignoring the pain as she clenched the sheets on her. Anger bubbling up and boiling over.
"I bet you think that because circumstances are poor for some people that they deserve it - or even better, you think they'll all make bad decisions and turn into rapists and murderers because that's where they live so that's what they must be. Don't you? I didn't ask for this, I didn't ask to be tortured. I didn't ask to be burned. I didn't ask for any of this!"
The cop took the defensive against her accusations on his person, eyes narrowing as he scowled directly at her. "A girl like you shouldn't even be downtown. Where are your parents? They fail to keep ya on a leash like the rest of those children running around wielding guns acting like they're in a gang? Pathetic, worthless excuse of a parent for letting their children leave at night. People don't know how to raise their children these days, or how to supervise them for that matter."
The last restraint had snapped at his words against her parents, the people who had loved her through it all and probably still loved her despite her having run away from home for her own safety.
"You listen to me you poor excuse for a human being! My parents were great people and just because you're some cop who thinks that he's so great because you've solved one or two cases doesn't mean shit. And a girl like me? You mean the college student who's attempting to survive off a measly budget and get out of here?! I DIDN'T ASK AND NEVER WANTED TO BE TAKEN FROM MY HOME, I NEVER ASKED TO BE TORTURED! I never asked fo-for" Fat tears dripped from the corner of her eyes as she glared harshly at the cop, lips twitching down. She was so angry and so tired, fed up, frustrated, and so upset. "I didn't ask to lose my only friend to that place! I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS."
The tears trickled down her face, the dull ache in the back of her head pulsing until it was throbbing behind her eyelids. "Accusing your victims of asking for these things to happen to them is just an act of a closed-minded fool who refuses to see anything other than what he wants to believe. I REFUSE to be judged by someone so worthless and a waste of my time. Now leave!"
The cop snarled at her, his pen crushing in his grasp but before a retort could be spoken the door to the room opened and was met with the cold gaze of the doctor. "I believe your time harassing my patient is over. I don't appreciate people waltzing in here thinking they can mind fuck the people in here. I'll make sure your district supervisor hears of your poor performance. But as of now I'll have you take your leave, gentlemen." The cop quickly turned on his heel and left, with his newer charge scampering behind him and sending a sympathetic look toward Lyre before the door was slammed shut in his face.
"I'm so sorry about that, I should have had someone here. Just in case, it's not the first time he's aggravated my patients." She spoke softly, but it felt on deaf ears as Lyre cried and sobbed into her burned hands. Ignoring the stinging of her hands as her bandages soaked everything in and onto her burned skin. The throbbing harsh and agonizing like a pulsing hammer to the back of her head, and as the doctor walked forward she didn't recognize anything else as a burning sensation filtered in through the top of her hand and her vision went dark once more.
Red. Red again, more slurring and blurry edges. They were moving, walking about her room which looked a lot like the hospital room she occupied. The faces were blurred, everything was blurred. Like shifting through thick fog.
Lyre awoke the next morning, drained but a little bit lighter than the day before. So when the doctor came in mentioning a bath, her eyes lit up at the chance to get the dirt and grime off of her and a chance for fresh sheets then the ones her bloody and dirty self had gotten on. Of course she had to have the help of a nurse, much to Lyre's embarrassment. But the bath felt wonderful on her scorching limbs and having her hair washed felt heaven sent.
The last of the bandages were wrapped around her arms and legs before she was wheeled back to her bed that awaited with fresh and clean sheets. Having help to lift her onto the bed but as they put the covers over her, she was in delight. Warm! they had given her the blankets fresh from the dryer and with a TV that she hadn't used in over a year, she settled herself in. Nothing but her, warm blankets, and the cute little penguins on TV's "Planet Earth."
"Lyre?"
Grey eyes glanced over to the nurse that poked her head in quietly, upon seeing her awake she gave a soft smile. "You have a visitor." Hope burst in her chest like a firework exploding.
Kaien?
((Meh, not what I originally had in mind, but good enough - at least I hope so!))
