Waiting to die....(Edward/Effie Log)
Beep...beep....beep....
That sound was becoming too much. Too definitive. Too real. That was the sound of defeat. The sound of his life hanging on by cables and wires.
Oh Scarecrow, what have you done?
Edward couldn't remember much. Some of the things his damaged brain showed him could've been a dream...a nightmare, or it could've happened in reality. The boundary between what was true and false was no longer there to separate the fantasy from the reality.
His mind was blending things together that shouldn't have ever been mixed.
Effie? Was that you?
Edward took a gasping, wheezing breath and he forced his eyes to open. Instantly the haze covering his vision was penetrated by the glare of harsh fluorescents.
A cough, and a shift which earned a grunt.
His body felt like it was made from cement, and boy did it itch.
Edward lifted a hand to scratch, or at least he thought his hand was lifting when really all his fingers were doing were clawing desperately at the sheet beneath him on the bed.
That's better.
A sigh, and finally after making his eyes open from the wince they'd taken Edward was able to see clearly. Or as clearly as he could. Had he a mirror Edward wouldn't have been able to recognize himself.
His face was swollen from the punch he'd taken which had resulted in the loss of a tooth, which was an underlying cause of the ballooned injury.
His body was worse, bandages covered his wrists from the burn he'd received during the constant struggle, the burn he'd taken on his thigh was wrapped and the 'S' shaped wound on his side was patched and mending. His broken leg was re-set and wrapped in a hard cast. Bruce had even pushed his arm back into socket.
Face numb, Eddie emitted a gurgle. His eyes swept the room and he was unable to place where he was. This wasn't familiar. Most hospitals looked the same...the bed with the curtain and the television in the corner playing some crappy show or infomercial.
This was entirely different. No television for starters, and it looked more like a lab than a hospital room. And where was the nurse?
With the tilt of his gaze, Edward looked for a call button, seeing nothing.
He shook, and winced as his body screamed for him to lay still. A whimper and Eddie obeyed. For once....God for once he obeyed.
( ...Ef-fie... )
That sound was becoming too much. Too definitive. Too real. That was the sound of defeat. The sound of his life hanging on by cables and wires.
Oh Scarecrow, what have you done?
Edward couldn't remember much. Some of the things his damaged brain showed him could've been a dream...a nightmare, or it could've happened in reality. The boundary between what was true and false was no longer there to separate the fantasy from the reality.
His mind was blending things together that shouldn't have ever been mixed.
Effie? Was that you?
Edward took a gasping, wheezing breath and he forced his eyes to open. Instantly the haze covering his vision was penetrated by the glare of harsh fluorescents.
A cough, and a shift which earned a grunt.
His body felt like it was made from cement, and boy did it itch.
Edward lifted a hand to scratch, or at least he thought his hand was lifting when really all his fingers were doing were clawing desperately at the sheet beneath him on the bed.
That's better.
A sigh, and finally after making his eyes open from the wince they'd taken Edward was able to see clearly. Or as clearly as he could. Had he a mirror Edward wouldn't have been able to recognize himself.
His face was swollen from the punch he'd taken which had resulted in the loss of a tooth, which was an underlying cause of the ballooned injury.
His body was worse, bandages covered his wrists from the burn he'd received during the constant struggle, the burn he'd taken on his thigh was wrapped and the 'S' shaped wound on his side was patched and mending. His broken leg was re-set and wrapped in a hard cast. Bruce had even pushed his arm back into socket.
Face numb, Eddie emitted a gurgle. His eyes swept the room and he was unable to place where he was. This wasn't familiar. Most hospitals looked the same...the bed with the curtain and the television in the corner playing some crappy show or infomercial.
This was entirely different. No television for starters, and it looked more like a lab than a hospital room. And where was the nurse?
With the tilt of his gaze, Edward looked for a call button, seeing nothing.
He shook, and winced as his body screamed for him to lay still. A whimper and Eddie obeyed. For once....God for once he obeyed.
( ...Ef-fie... )