Bethan Milligan (sg_bethan) wrote in supergleerpg, @ 2011-12-30 18:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: thread, -2011: december, character: bethan milligan, former character: olivia gilmore |
Thread: Bethan crashes her bike
Who: Bethan, Olivia, and Olivia's dad, I guess.
Where: The road into Lima
When: Friday afternoon
What: Bethan's the one who needs rescuing for once.
Warnings: I guess description of injuries and Bethan's foul mouth.
The world was fuzzy and dark around the edges. She could feel the soft patter of rain on her face, and the hot slick of blood slowly dribbling from her forehead onto her hand, and the burning pain in her ribs when she breathed, but they seemed peripheral, distant.
It had been so stupid, too. She'd misjudged the corner, misjudged how wet the road was, and thank god she'd managed to throw herself off the bike before it had completely fallen, because nobody knew how heavy the Mongrel was better than she did, and she needed her legs unbroken. The bike itself was a good ten feet further down the road, wheels still spinning, mirrors smashed, a red splash of colour on the muddy verge.
Her feet were still in the road; dimly, she knew she should move them out of the way, but somehow she seemed to be having trouble getting her body to do what it was told. She'd never taken a fall this bad before, never given herself more than a few cuts and bruises and once a broken wrist... never this, though. She clung onto consciousness with all her strength, fighting with all her might to keep out of the dark that was rising and falling in her vision. She wasn't going to pass out, like some silly little girl, like she was weak... she wasn't.
Get up. She had to get up. If her body wouldn't do as it was told, she'd make it do as it was told, and if she told herself she had to get up, she damn well would. But when she finally summoned up the will to sit up, she barely managed to lift her head a few inches before her whole body exploded into pain.
She might have screamed, but she didn't know; the pain battered down the last of her defences, and she collapsed limp back onto the bloody imprint she'd left, just barely conscious, while the darkness flooded in and the world's noises faded in and out of hearing.