Pain. That's all he felt when he first woke up. Pain. He tried to open his eyes but met resistance. He slowly raised his hands to his face. Every move a muscle took caused daggers of pain to shoot through his system, reminding him about what at happened, or at least parts of it, there were huge chunks missing. He felt his eyes, well not his eyes but the bandages that covered them. As he woke more he realized that the pain he was feeling was over his entire body, including his face. “He's awake.” It was a females voice he heard, followed by one set of footsteps walking towards him and another walking away, and then out through a door, by the sound of it. He felt some hands guide his wrists back down to his sides. “The Doctor will be in shortly,” Harvey assumed it was a nurse talking to him, “How are you feeling Harvey?” “What happened?” Harvey's mind immediately went back to the school, what about his girlfriend, his friends, his teachers, did they make it through? Where were his parents. He heard the beeping of his heart rate monitor quicken it's pace. Harvey felt a small pinch on his arm, “This is going to help you relax, you've been through allot.” The nurse spoke in a soft voice as he felt his body relax. The heart rate monitor went quiet. “The Doctor will be here soon, just relax, you need to recover first, you've been through allot.” “That's an understatement,” a new voice, mail, and two sets of footsteps walking towards him. “Our young friend here saved allot of lives.” The voice was beside Harvey now. He heard some papers being handled. “Looks like everything is working out.” Harvey felt a hand patting his shoulder. “Everything will be okay son, we'll talk shortly, just get your slee....” That was all Harvey heard as un... ... middle of paper ... ...t the floor, and sighed heavily. Harvey knew this meant bad news. When Trevor looked at Harvey again, he could see it in his eyes, they were all dead. “The attackers destroyed most of the school, they killed over 700 students and bystanders in total. The police tried to help but they were no match.” Zeigers hand rose and gently squeezed Harvey's shoulder, “Your girlfriend was one of the victims.” That was allot for Harvey to take in, he gulped back a sob, “What about my parents?” Harvey lived several blocks from the school, surely they would be okay. “While you had the initial wave of attackers occupied, a second transport ship was heading to the school, somehow you took it down while it was still several clicks away from the school, it crashed on your street, no one made it out, I'm sorry.” Zeiger removed his hand, “This is allot to take in, do you want to talk?”
The return to reality was as painful as the return to consciousness after taking and anaesthetic. His body and brain ached with indescribable weariness, and he could not think of nothing to say or do that would arrest the mad flight of the moments He desperately wanted to run away with Mattie, but he could not leave because his practical sense told him it was not suitable to do so partly because of his responsibility to take care of Zeena.
news to learn that something so horrible caused this students to kill their own peers.
When he first wakes up he just kind of stares at nothing, he can’t respond or even focus on anyone it seems. After the accident he has to learn everything by observing those around him and what they are doing. He also seems to listen to the sounds, expressions, and words they make to try and make sense of what’s going on around him and what are the people doing to him.
The thunder and lightning were getting bigger and bigger in the sky. He heard a window crash underneath him and saw kids running around on the wet concrete. “Get back into your houses and stay there until this is all over. I don’t want anybody to get hurt.”
"They kept firing. They seemed really intent on destroying the Zenith." Sulu added, "We didn't want to but they've been destroyed, sir."
The man’s eyes grudgingly opened to a blinding and distorted light staring back at him. A soft intangible whisper could be heard that slowly increased in volume as his eyes start to focus on his surroundings. He came to realize he was lying down, and saw two people talking in the hallway, as his focus became clearer, he was able to distinguish their features. With her back toward him, he saw a short lady in a white uniform, talking in an unpleasant tone to the man facing him. “I don’t care, we’re wasting precious time, and it is of the most important that we speak to him NOW.”
Since he had so much downtime he had added his name to a volunteer list of emergency ambulance calls. Gary and his wife had lived in very small prairie town in the middle of of a farm country. With one hamy-down ambulance that the city had given them since they had bought new ones. They had answered calls to car accidents ,farming accidents,gun accidents,poisonings,and a very good amount of heart attacks. He would usually go alone or sometimes with another man who had also volunteered to answer emergency ambulance calls. He recalls that he has seen at least a dozen heart attack victims in the last year. Sometimes the distance were so long that he could not make it. If he did they had to wait at most an hour or maybe longer for the flight for life helicopter. One day he can remember was one day a woman called and said” quick it's my Harvey he is having chest pains again”. He got in the car should of got there in twenty minutes but he got there fourteen by driving like a crazy person. Then saw the man with a weird smile as if trying to say sorry for the difficulty. The wife had also gave him a look like thank god you're here save him please the gray look on him was bad. When he tried to put him on his back he jolted for some reason as if he was getting hit by electricity became stiff and fell on the ground. He told the wife to call for the chopper. Then bent
Beatty felt heat rolling off of the house burning in front of him. He reveled in the ocean of warmth. He thought it not the worst way to go. The green bullet he had taken from Montag was heavy in his pocket, reminding him of the vast list of things he still had yet to accomplish. Beatty heard the safety catch click under Montag’s finger. He knew his seconds were numbered. His heart was fluttering in his chest, his blood felt like fire; so hot it burned cold.
I had just walked into Annie’s room to find her screaming in pain. I ran to find the supervising nurse and rushed back to comfort Annie. Shortly after, the nurse came, fed Annie her medications, and walked out. Not a word was said. But I knew Annie was afraid, confused, upset; managing deep pain in her body. I knew she did not want to be alone, so I stayed beside her for a while, holding her hand until she fell asleep, telling her she would be okay. ================
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. I sat down on the plush blue chairs outside the hospital room and wept. Nevil was officially declared dead by the hospital workers. “We really didn’t mean to right? Tommy?” Danny asked me. In my mind the scene of Nevil being crushed kept repeating over and over again. Nevil’s mom, the one who provided us with chocolate chip cookies and hospitality, cried loudly in her room. All of the Redhands sat in extra chairs outside Nevil’s room. Sally returned from the bathroom with Mary. Sally, who had an extremely irregular heartbeat for a teenager, was having trouble breathing. Mary just stared straight ahead, and wouldn’t say another word for almost three weeks. “Where is my son?” I heard a voice shout from the main desk. Oh goodness it’s Nevil’s dad.
The last hour I had spent preparing for this moment, because deep down I seemed to know that my family would never leave the hospital alive. Still, the words hit me at full force, and I feel my breathing quicken and heartbeat pick up as my eyes dart around the room. My pulse pounds in my temple as if I just ran a mile, and the doctor is trying to get me to calm down, but the room is spinning and inky blackness edges into the corner of my vision. My legs feel weak and shaky as I succumb to the horribleness of it all.
“No Braden, she’s not dead,” a deep voice, belonging to my dad, reassures my six-year-old little brother. I try to pull my hands toward my ribs in an attempt to sit up, but in return: an excruciating pain shoots through my left arm; a shrill sound comes out of my mouth; and tears start flowing down my face.
“Exactly. Those two told me to either let them kill all the members or I lose access to Headquarters, and you know they could take that away from me. I did what I could to protect them. Besides, I have other superior here with me to talk with. Before I forget, there’s something you need to understand.” Mercy came close to Missy and put her hand under Missy’s chin, lifting it up to make eye contact. In a barely audible whisper, she continued.
"Katherine, hey." Michael, her stepdad stepped into the room. He was carrying a bouquet of simple, white flowers. "I hope you're feeling better. The doctors... well," He trailed off. "Let's not talk about that." While his tone was light, something heavy weighed him down.
Passing the waiting room on his way out of the hospital entrance, a woman calls his name. He turns to her and tries to recall if he knows her, but he has no recollection of her. "I know who you are. I know what's happening." A million questions come to his mind. "Not here," she explains. "We must go somewhere private." She leads him to her car and tells him to get in. He follows the command and slides into the passenger seat. "Please...