|Hannah Ryers (hryers) wrote in destructionisle,|
@ 2019-07-26 22:22:00
|Entry tags:||!complete, !july ac, !july event|
Who: Hannah (narrative)
What: Weathering the storm
When: July 19-21
Where: The path toward the Lighthouse, then the triage center and hospital
Rating: Low for injury
The rain was coming down hard when Hannah was forced out of the military complex and into the storm. The reasoning was far from sound, just because she didn’t need tools to check the cameras didn’t mean she was any better equipped to deal with the dangerous weather. Putting her head down against the wind, she trudged through the puddles to go do as she was told. As she walked away from the grouping of buildings, a few stragglers rushed in the opposite direction to seek shelter in the facility. She wanted nothing more than to follow them, but had a sneaking suspicion that she’d be turned away at the door until she followed orders.
Squinting against the elements, Hannah made her way around the complex to go check the exterior cameras of the island. The furthest was the Lighthouse, that seemed like the best place to start and then work her way back inland as things got worse. But as she moved away from where all the people were, Hannah started to have a sinking feeling about this. Was this some new twisted form of punishment? But what had she done wrong now? A rouge tree branch whipped past her face, slicing her cheek and distracting her thought process. Pressing a hand to the small line of blood that formed, she ignored the sting and moved faster. She needed to just get this over with so she could go back inside where it felt safer.
Heading toward the tallest building on the island, she tried to focus on that point and what needed to be done. Which, in this case, as not the right choice. She didn’t notice much of the debris being tossed around by the wind, and so she was blindsided when something hard and heavy hit her from the right side, knocking her off balance. When she felt, her head hit the ground hard. Pain in her body only registered for a moment before she blacked out completely.
It was more than 24-hours after the storm ended that Hannah was discovered by a resident, partially pinned under a fallen tree. Thankfully, they’d been kind and stayed with her while someone else ran for help. It was hard for Hannah to stay lucid during the whole ordeal, and part of her was sure this was all some trippy dream. She was not an outdoorsy person, were the trees attacking her now? At least she was able to give them her name, and understand that they were going to get her the help she needed.
Once the tree was lifted off of her, she was taken to a triage center. The hospital was overwhelmed with injuries from the storm, so everyone was being processed in a series of tents set up outside the Facility. Those with more serious injuries were admitted, the rest were patched up and sent on their way. Hannah’s diagnosis and prognosis was sketchy. She had a concussion and several broken ribs. Concerned about possible internal injuries, she was sent off to the hospital for further treatment. Hannah was just looking forward to some rest, and if she was lucky, some good painkillers.