-- ᴀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙ ʀ ᴀ ᴠ ᴇ.

xpunish: [ He wanted them to leave him alone. Look at them, quick to help out, make sure...

Fri, 18 Jul 2014 22:19:50 -0400

[ He wanted them to leave him alone.

       Look at them, quick to help out, make sure he’s feeling alright and comfortable. What about Mary? They couldn’t save her. James had grown weary of doctors. Nurses. He argued with them when Mary was in this position.
        The smell, and the sight of the hospital made him want to retch. Filled with bitter memories. When Cybil arrived, James made no attempt to look up from his hands. He’d focused on them, seeing every vein, every twitch. The IV affixed to the top of his left hand, administering fluids. ]

                “… Found me.”

[ His voice is small and quiet. He remembers the lake. The drowning. The sorrow that lead to the event. He wishes that she hadn’t been there to save him. He didn’t deserve to be saved. ]

                “… Yeah. I remember.”

[ The tone of his voice, the overwhelmingly distant sadness, was something she’d heard time and time again, but never quite got used to. She got a lot of flak at the department about how deeply she became invested in cases, especially when they involved someone that didn’t seem like they could help themselves. If she could help in some way – if she could provide a sense of relief, or solve their problem entirely – she’d consider her time well-spent. ]

“Sir… I know you’re still very disoriented, but I’m gonna have to ask you to try and remember what you were doing before the accident.
– You’re not in trouble; I promise.
I’m just trying to figure out what might’ve caused it.”

xpunish: [ The pain of being rescued was as if he were being drowned again, which felt as if it...

Fri, 11 Jul 2014 14:13:01 -0400

xpunish:

[ The pain of being rescued was as if he were being drowned again,

   which felt as if it lasted hours, days…
          And yet, in the blink of an eye, he’s in a hospital bed.
                                                                              Waking up.

                                            One month later;

                                                     Slowly, he comes to. Disorientated.
                                                     Hazy eyes blink. A blurry surrounding. ]

                                                     “Wh… Where…”

[ Unaware of his state, he tries to move, finding the motion to be
of tremendous difficulty. In trying to adjust himself, he presses
the call-nurse button. They arrive in short time, notifying the
doctors, as well as the authorities. ]

[ In a matter of minutes, she’d be on the scene, black boots practically slamming against the tiled floor. Upon arriving at the hospital with him a few weeks back and hearing that he was comatose, she’d asked to be notified whenever (or if, a small voice had nagged at the back of her mind) he woke up.

After a few minutes of watching the nurses fuss over him and gently prop him upright, she’s finally left alone with him. Blue eyes fix on his face – sunken and worn. The mark of a weary man. ]

“– Mr. Sunderland. I’m glad to see you’re okay.”

[ She waits for a small sign of recognition on his face, some indication that he remembers her. Finding none, she continues. ]

"My name’s Cybil Bennett. I’m a police officer.
I was the one that… found you.“

xpunish: [ Why was this happening? Was he dead? This couldn’t be… The world around him...

Fri, 11 Jul 2014 13:40:00 -0400

xpunish:

[ Why was this happening? Was he dead? This couldn’t be…

          The world around him was spinning out of control.
           Each time he tries to gasp for air, another evacuation
           of water comes lurching forth. He felt as if he were
           drowning all over again.

                    What feels like an eternity lasted only a few
                    minutes. Beyond spent, the man collapses
                    on his side, blacking out entirely.

                                Drifting away, held in the purgatory of a coma. ]

[ … Well. That was certainly short-lived. Sighing, she shakes her head and reaches for her radio. The voice on the other end is rather curt at first, but instantly becomes more receptive once she identifies herself – she’d been patched up time and time again at their hospital. It was clear that they’d be waiting a while, so with a small grunt, she sits down next to him, curling her knees up slightly. ]

– Just hang on. Help will be here soon.

xpunish: [ Still, there is no response It’s not until a few more tries does...

Fri, 11 Jul 2014 13:00:00 -0400

xpunish:

[ Still, there is no response

   It’s not until a few more tries does his body react.
                 First his limbs twitch and spasm. Oxygen finally
                 reaches him, as his lungs expel the water.
                 James coughs, body jumping as life is returned to him.
                 Against his wishes, existence is restored.
                           He catches a glimpse of her face. He mouths the name;
                                         “Mary.”
                                 By instinct, he’s turned over,
                                 heaving up the rest of the water. ]

[ She can’t help but jolt in surprise once he moves, the jerky motion startling her more than her success in reviving him. Instinctively, she places a hand on his back to steady him, waiting for him to clear his lungs. ]

“Take your time, sir.
You– you had an accident.”

xpunish: [ He’s out. His lungs are filled with water. The air he’d...

Fri, 11 Jul 2014 01:18:00 -0400

xpunish:

  [ He’s out. His lungs are filled with water.

                 The air he’d held within him drained away,
                 and in minutes, gasped, taking in water instead of oxygen.

                  Mary was still in the trunk of his car.
                  His body is limp in her arms. The colors of his face are
                  Somewhere between white and blue.
                  Her time for resuscitating him was limited. ]

[ … No response. ]

– Keep it together, Cyb.
Stay calm. You got this.

[ With a shaky sigh, she places her hands on his chest, one atop the other, before firmly and repeatedly pushing down in an attempt to expel the water from his lungs. Her lips would soon meet his, thumb and forefinger gently pinching his nose closed, as she siphons her own breath into his water-logged lungs.
If he could just breathe, everything would be okay… ]

xpunish “– Sir? Sir, are you alright?” "Ah,...

Thu, 10 Jul 2014 21:04:00 -0400

xpunish

“– Sir? Sir, are you alright?”

"Ah, shit. Alright, up you go…“
[ And with a bit of a struggle, she’ll drag his body out of the water and onto the bank, her boots digging into the grassy surface. ]

[ I’ve added two different about pages (here and here), as well as some rules. Tags will be my...

Thu, 10 Jul 2014 18:18:58 -0400

[ I’ve added two different about pages (here and here), as well as some rules. Tags will be my next project. We’re almost open for business. BU ]

[ oh dear lord; this blog’s under some heavy construction. BEAR WITH ME. ]

Thu, 10 Jul 2014 17:18:48 -0400

[ oh dear lord; this blog’s under some heavy construction. BEAR WITH ME. ]

annecunninghams: “Now, listen to me. Before you pull the...

Thu, 10 Jul 2014 16:50:29 -0400

annecunninghams:

“Now, listen to me. Before you pull the trigger, know who you’re shooting. And don’t do it unless you have to.”

[make me choose]
» the milfmaster asked: cybil bennett or ~~norman jayden~~

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

Tue, 08 Jul 2014 01:13:04 -0400

My earliest memory? … Huh. I really couldn’t say. Happier times with my family, I guess.