The room smelled of cleaning solution and antibacterial agents.. everything pristine white. Clean.
But not him.
DK was a mess and he knew it- what little bit he could think and acknowledge at least. He was in mass amounts of pain, aware of the burning sting and wretched agony even through the vast amount of medication being pumped into his system to try and still his mind. His thoughts were racing.. he couldn't think straight even if he wanted to try. And even then, when he attempted to for those brief moments, all it brought him was flashes of the station before the sudden eruption of gas and flames that had consumed everything in sight.
It ate papers and tapes, old cd mixes and machinery. Consumed even the wiring and the floors.
The people..
God damn.. all those people that burned to death in front of him during the initial explosion. At first he hadn't realized what was happening while he'd been on air, but the secondary explosion is what had knocked his world through a billion and one loops.
September's hands rested at his mouth, hands trembling violently as he waited to see something.. anything.. come to light. Any information on what had happened. His hands were well toasted, black still smeared his face after he'd abandoned his post to go and collect people from the entrances of the building who hadn't quite cleared the exits. He was exhausted and it showed on the man's features. The moment that DK began to stir however, the tired mutant sat up and leaned over slowly, "Hey kid.. How do you feel? How many fingers I got up?" Lifting his hand, DK would mumble a response to each amount lifted.
Once the man was thoroughly content with the response, DK turned his head with a weak grunt, trying to lift his arm so he could grasp the bed railing and.. there was no weight to lift? There was nothing to lift at all. Twisting further, breathing began to get heavier and more frantic.
"Sep? September- Dad- where is my arm? Where the hell is my arm?"
"H-hey calm down-"
The yelling was only getting more frantic by the second, words slurred by the drawling of medication and terrified confusion.
But not him.
DK was a mess and he knew it- what little bit he could think and acknowledge at least. He was in mass amounts of pain, aware of the burning sting and wretched agony even through the vast amount of medication being pumped into his system to try and still his mind. His thoughts were racing.. he couldn't think straight even if he wanted to try. And even then, when he attempted to for those brief moments, all it brought him was flashes of the station before the sudden eruption of gas and flames that had consumed everything in sight.
It ate papers and tapes, old cd mixes and machinery. Consumed even the wiring and the floors.
The people..
God damn.. all those people that burned to death in front of him during the initial explosion. At first he hadn't realized what was happening while he'd been on air, but the secondary explosion is what had knocked his world through a billion and one loops.
September's hands rested at his mouth, hands trembling violently as he waited to see something.. anything.. come to light. Any information on what had happened. His hands were well toasted, black still smeared his face after he'd abandoned his post to go and collect people from the entrances of the building who hadn't quite cleared the exits. He was exhausted and it showed on the man's features. The moment that DK began to stir however, the tired mutant sat up and leaned over slowly, "Hey kid.. How do you feel? How many fingers I got up?" Lifting his hand, DK would mumble a response to each amount lifted.
Once the man was thoroughly content with the response, DK turned his head with a weak grunt, trying to lift his arm so he could grasp the bed railing and.. there was no weight to lift? There was nothing to lift at all. Twisting further, breathing began to get heavier and more frantic.
"Sep? September- Dad- where is my arm? Where the hell is my arm?"
"H-hey calm down-"
The yelling was only getting more frantic by the second, words slurred by the drawling of medication and terrified confusion.
Jesse was a bit of a mess. He couldn’t think straight. He couldn’t see straight. After seeing the images on the television everything had become a blur. Thank god for Tesh thinking straight and getting him a ride to the hospital.
The drive gave him just enough time to start thinking a bit straighter. Which, may have been a bad thing, really. Suddenly the words were ringing in his ears, the words she had read to him less than an hour before. *People ripped assunder by the gas explosion…* How was that possible? He and her were the only ones who knew about the edit she had made to her work. And obviously neither one of them was behind it. His hands were trembling again. What was going on, here?
The car stopped and Mick was staring at him in the rear view mirror. The man had said his name more than once and finally twisted around to touch his knee. The touch made him jump and he looked up at the driver. “Oh… thank you, Mick…” He offered a weak smile and climbed out of the car like a zombie.
Once in the hospital he seemed lost. He knew his way around this place. But he couldn’t seem to figure out where to go. God, he should’ve had Tesh come along. He ducked into one of the public restrooms and splashed water on his face, taking a minute to catch his breath and settle his mind. It helped, and when he came out he went straight to the triage desk to get information. Being a medical professional helped and he was given immediate attention. DK had been admitted. He headed directly to that floor and started walking along, looking for a familiar face.
He heard the familiar voices before he saw them. DK’s raised voice, Sep’s calming one. He couldn’t make out the words though. As he stepped around the corner and into the room he felt his heart lodge in his throat. He could see the panic in DK’s face. Sep’s too. It was unsettling. And then he saw it. His arm… it was gone…
Jesse froze, standing there in horror. He couldn’t make himself walk any further into the room. Hand lifted, covering his mouth. Tears welled in his eyes. He couldn’t take this any more. All of this. The attacks. The injury and loss of friends and family. Why was this happening to them?
The drive gave him just enough time to start thinking a bit straighter. Which, may have been a bad thing, really. Suddenly the words were ringing in his ears, the words she had read to him less than an hour before. *People ripped assunder by the gas explosion…* How was that possible? He and her were the only ones who knew about the edit she had made to her work. And obviously neither one of them was behind it. His hands were trembling again. What was going on, here?
The car stopped and Mick was staring at him in the rear view mirror. The man had said his name more than once and finally twisted around to touch his knee. The touch made him jump and he looked up at the driver. “Oh… thank you, Mick…” He offered a weak smile and climbed out of the car like a zombie.
Once in the hospital he seemed lost. He knew his way around this place. But he couldn’t seem to figure out where to go. God, he should’ve had Tesh come along. He ducked into one of the public restrooms and splashed water on his face, taking a minute to catch his breath and settle his mind. It helped, and when he came out he went straight to the triage desk to get information. Being a medical professional helped and he was given immediate attention. DK had been admitted. He headed directly to that floor and started walking along, looking for a familiar face.
He heard the familiar voices before he saw them. DK’s raised voice, Sep’s calming one. He couldn’t make out the words though. As he stepped around the corner and into the room he felt his heart lodge in his throat. He could see the panic in DK’s face. Sep’s too. It was unsettling. And then he saw it. His arm… it was gone…
Jesse froze, standing there in horror. He couldn’t make himself walk any further into the room. Hand lifted, covering his mouth. Tears welled in his eyes. He couldn’t take this any more. All of this. The attacks. The injury and loss of friends and family. Why was this happening to them?
The sound of rubber soled sneakers skipping over the tile was heard squeaking from several halls down, and Penny--still dressed in her light pink scrubs and her stethoscope hanging around her neck, rounded the corner with the speed normally only resorted for when she was working in the ED.
Spying her husband and son, she widened her eyes, and hurried to the other side of the bed, she blew in dragging Jesse with her. Her gentle voice prodded in Septembers mind, while she spoke vocally to DK.
I only got the call a moment ago. Deep breath baby.
She kept her atttention on their son, gently stroking his forhead. "Easy easy easy....deep breath you've got some heavy meds in you right now sweetheart. It's okay..." She attempted to not focus on his arm or the extensive damage doled out to the two of them.
Without taking her eyes off DK, her body posture stiffened up, and she addressed September and Jesse quietly. "What happened?"
Spying her husband and son, she widened her eyes, and hurried to the other side of the bed, she blew in dragging Jesse with her. Her gentle voice prodded in Septembers mind, while she spoke vocally to DK.
I only got the call a moment ago. Deep breath baby.
She kept her atttention on their son, gently stroking his forhead. "Easy easy easy....deep breath you've got some heavy meds in you right now sweetheart. It's okay..." She attempted to not focus on his arm or the extensive damage doled out to the two of them.
Without taking her eyes off DK, her body posture stiffened up, and she addressed September and Jesse quietly. "What happened?"
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