Steven Rogers (ex_stevengro92) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-07-27 17:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, ~steve rogers (preserum) |
Who: Steven
Where: The hospital
What: Locked In Syndrome or Coma Brain
When: Starting Wednesday and going through Saturday
Rating: High because mentions of medical issues and previous trauma
Open: No
Status: Closed, Narrative
He hadn't notice that anything was wrong, at first. He thought he was in a dream. Everything was warm and happy and wonderful. But then things started to change. He could hear noises around him. The sounds of the hospital. He thought for sure that he was just waking up. That the anesthetic was starting to wear off. Maybe he'd open his eyes soon. He could tell that lights were on on the other side of his eyelids, but he couldn't get them to open. That was when he heard Dr. Emerson. "Steven?" He said. I'm right here. Just gotta open my eyes. Everything's fine. Steven could have sworn that he actually said the words but nothing came out. "Steve?" Dr. Emerson started trying very hard to wake him up but then nothing. "Shit." And that's when the commotion started. Dr. Banner came in and tried to get him to wake up. I'm right here. I'm trying. I just can't get my eyes to open. That's all. Steven tried as hard as he could to wake up but nothing was happening. And then Dr. Banner started to blame himself. No, it's not your fault. Please don't blame yourself. Please. You didn't do this. He wanted to reach out and comfort the man. To let him know that he appreciated everything that Dr. Banner did for him. That he didn't blame him at all. But his hand lay perfectly still on the bed. He hadn't heard all of the conversation, concentrating as he was on getting his eyes open. And then Lillian came in. He wanted so badly to open his eyes for her. To tell her that he was okay. Of course she'd be angry with him for not telling her, especially after this. Please don't cry, Lil. Please. I'm going to be okay, you'll see. I just need to wake up. And Maryanne joined her. That song. The one he'd intended to have her dedicate to Lil when she sang it on the network. The one that meant so much to him. It had been his mother's favorite song and every time he heard it, he thought of Lillian. I'm trying to wake up, can't you see that? I want to wake up. I want to be there. I'm so sorry. In his mind he was sobbing. He was sure that tears were rolling down his cheeks but neither of the women reacted so it must have just been his imagination. Trapped as he was, all he could do was listen. You have to wake up, Steven. Get yourself together and wake the hell up. This isn't fair to them. This isn't right. WAKE UP! No matter what he tried it just wouldn't work. He couldn't get his eyes to open. For a little while he was on his own, listening to the heart monitor beep beep beeping away. It sounded.....normal. Regular. Not like his own heartbeat. If he could only turn his head to look at the screen. "You're an idiot, you know." That was his voice. No, not his. Steve's. The other man had come to see him. You're right. I'm sorry. He sighed, but again it was only in his head. He would have smiled if he could, listening to Steve go on and on. He'd definitely have to find a way to thank the man for talking to him. For treating him like it was a normal conversation and everything was okay. Lillian would be back soon and just as he suspected, Steve left before that happened. Why can't I wake up? Come on, there has to be some way to get out of this. There has to be. WAKE UP YOU JACKASS! Nothing he tried worked. Nothing. And listening to Lillian cry all over again just made it that much worse. I'm trying, Lil. I really am. I want to come back to you. Please don't give up on me, please. I need you. He kept trying. In his head he closed his eyes as tight as he could and concentrated with all of his strength, trying to wake up. He needed to wake up. For Lil and for Peggy and for Steve and Maryanne. He had to get his eyes open. WAKE UP! There was a tiny little, unnoticed twitch of one finger before his strength waned completely. Try again tomorrow, Steven. Try again tomorrow. It was the last thought he had before blacking out. |