|ragin_canuck (ragin_canuck) wrote in parabolical,|
@ 2008-06-09 23:28:00
|Current mood:||pissed off|
|Entry tags:||elisabeth braddock, open, wolverine|
Anyone for charred Wolverine?
Who: Logan (open)
What: Arriving in L.A
When: late night
The scent was the first thing that came to him, slamming into his sense, much like he had that gas truck earlier. So maybe driving after damn near drinking his weight in whiskey wasn't the brightest of ideas Logan had ever had, but seriously what was the worst that could happen?
Driving over a hundred miles an hour into a gas truck, that's what could happen. He remembered the thought that went through his head just before impact too. Oh shit! What else was there to say or think? Seemed pretty apt for the situation. At least he thought so.
Good thing about it though was the crashing into the truck too the initial edge off the being burnt to a crisp and then being hurled through the air by the explosion. Half his face had been blown off, there were gleams of his metallic skeleton peeking through his charred flesh. Yet another one of his vehicles was demolished. Idolly he wished he'd taken One Eye's car.
The seconds ticked by and he was in even more agony. Sure, having a healing factor came in handy. But the part where the nerve endings, muscles, tissue and organs knitted themselves back together.. yeah that part was a bitch and usually hurt even more than what caused it in the first place.
The emergency guys said the usual things. Like, how the hell did he survive it? He looks like a side of beef. He was used to it all and it wouldn't be the first time he heard it. One guy actually puked. Logan couldn't blame him, the scent of his own burning flesh did the same thing to him. At least by the time they had actually found him his skeleton was hidden once more.
But now he was in a hospital, being pushed through on a gurney. He heard the technical jargon going on, the various beeping of machines and the obligatory "Poor bastard" comments. He wanted to skewer someone right then and there. The doors were pushed open to the OR, even as they were taking him to fix him up his mutation was about ten steps ahead of him. Sure he still looked like he should be dead. These people were gonna shit themselves.
Mentally he counted down the seconds as he felt his skin knitting back together. And then there it was, the screams and the freaking out of any female that was in the room. Then there was the unmistakeable sound of a body hitting the floor. Yup, never got tired of someone fainting. It was happening slowly, but he could hear people backing off, couldn't see them yet because well, his eyeballs hadn't grown back yet. Boy oh boy was that fun? His eyes would be sensitive for days.
He heard someone say something about calling in a specialist, that was before he lost consciousness. The exertion of such extreme healing and then of course the booze his body was at it's limit, he couldn't stay awake.