Kieren Walker (pdssufferer) wrote in maroonerscenes, @ 2014-08-20 15:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | kieren walker, the doctor (12) |
Who: Kieren Walker, Open
What: Waking up in his hibernation pod. Not really ideal.
Where: The cryo chamber.
When: Just after his arrival.
The panic wasn’t immediate. To Kieren’s bleary mind and fuzzy vision, the plexi-glass front to the hibernation pods could have simply been air. It wasn’t until he reflexively stretched and his hands met with a hard surface that he realized he was in a box that wasn’t much larger than a coffin. Right then, that was when the panic fully set in.
Kieren hadn’t done well with tight spots even before he had died. The Den that he and Rick had made into their secret spot had been about as enclosed as he was willing to be, and his phobia had only worsened now that his nightmares included the very real memory of awakening in his own coffin. This wasn’t as bad as all that, and the clear front did help, but the memories that this situation sparked were all too vivid.
Within seconds he was blindly scrabbling at the glass in front of him, far too freaked out to notice the rather obvious red button that would easily have freed him. The dizziness and nausea that he was feeling certainly didn’t help. He wasn’t used to feeling anything at all anymore, and he honestly wasn’t sure if he was just imagining these feelings at this point, but they certainly seemed to be real.
As luck would have it, one wild hand managed to hit the release button well before he had managed to say, scratch so manically that he removed his own fingernails. He’d already done some damage, though; if he could bleed, his fingers probably would be. When the pod opened he threw himself out almost instantly, landing on his knees on the floor just in time to spit up a mouthful of black bile that the nausea and panic had caused to bubble up in his throat.
With that he sat heavily backwards, his back against the pod he had woken up in, and took in his surroundings with his pinprick eyes. He had no idea where he was, or if he had just finally lost his partially deceased mind, but at least he was out of the pot.