8 July 2012
I was left with only 3 senses. Touch, taste and smell, and let's face it - unless someone left a trail of food to lead us out taste was the least useful sense right now. I jumped as I felt a hand on my arm, before reaching out blindly to find who it belonged to. I assumed it was Sarah being as she was the one I dragged into this little room. It was a good job we had made it into here really, considering how much damage it caused to my body I think we would definitely have been dead of had we been in the middle of the explosion. I shuddered and felt the hand on my arm move slowly down until our hands were clasped together. I moved my spare hand up to touch my ears. There was a thick, sticky liquid trickling down my cheeks. That was not a good sign. I wondered if Sarah had also lost her sight and hearing, or if the blow hadn't effected her so much. I didn't know what to do with myself, I couldn't do anything at all really, just sit here and hope. I thought of Lewis and a jolt of emotional pain hit me. It felt like I was being stabbed right in the heart. He had left me. Run away. Abandoned me. Then again, he wasn't the only one, Florence and Jack had both left too. Somehow I fell asleep in my dark silence, but I didn't even know I had until I felt huge arms scoop me up off the floor and start to carry me. Whoever was carrying me did not walk smoothly, they walked more like they were in a desperate hurry and they were uncomfortable. I felt a small panic building up inside me. Who was this person? Where are they taking me? Why? How did they get down here? How did they know? For a brief moment I thought it was Sarah, but then remembered the state her leg was in and knew she wasn't capable of walking herself, let alone carry me too. I wondered if someone had got her to. I hoped so. The shirt that lewis had tied over my mouth and nose earlier was coming loose. It was quite difficult to breathe, and became harder the longer I was being carried for. The air became thick and moist, and tasted like charred wood and smoke. I barely felt conscious anymore, I couldn't tell what was going on, I couldn't see where we were going or who was taking me, and I couldn't hear any tell tale signs. Maybe it was all just a dream. Maybe, I was actually just sleeping in my comfy bed at home and I was just having a terrible nightmare. If I just relax and stop thinking I will wake up soon, and everything will be just fine. I relaxed all my muscles and sank into the big strong arms, letting my mind drift away.
I was jerked back into consciousness with a sharp stab in my arm. I yelped out, feeling the cry in my throat but hearing nothing. There was something covering my eyes, it was soft but quite tight. My hands instinctively went up to pull it away but I was stopped by someone taking them in their own hands, cupping them together and stroking them softly. My mum? Dad? I felt a slight ache in my chest as Lewis and Florence crossed my mind, before I brushed the thoughts away. I had no idea how people coped and lived their lives being both blind and deaf, I can't even tell what's reality and dreams now. They're both just blurring together... The only time I could tell for definite was when I was awoken by someone touching or moving me, which is how I knew I had just been asleep. Someone was fumbling clumsily with the bandages covering my eyes, and eventually I felt them peeling away. The fresh air felt good on my skin. I suddenly realised I was really scared to open my eyes. What was waiting for me? I took a deep breath in, sucking it deep into my lungs. I lifted one eyelid slowly to have a quick peek. From the 10 second glance I made out 5 people in the room with me. One stood by a door at the end of the bulky hospital bed, three sat on chairs to the left of the room under a window, and another resting in a chair leaning on the end of my bed. Okay, I could work out who three of the people were most likely to be, and they were my parents and a nurse of doctor, but who were the other two? I braced myself and slowly opened both my eyes. It took them ages to focus properly and for me to be able to see clearly, but it was a million times better than being blinded. Yes, two of the people asleep in the chairs were my parents, and the petite lady stood by the door looked like a nurse. I met her eyes and she smiled, nodded in goodbye and stepped out of the room. My eyes moved back to the three chairs and I saw the unmistakable blonde curls of Florence. Then I was left with just one person to identify. I focused on the figure at the end of my bed and saw a familiar mop of black hair, and the slight glimmer of a piercing on their neck. Lewis. What was he doing here? He had no right! He abandoned me when I needed him! An overwhelming sadness flooded through me, before it turned into a boiling fury. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably, falling down onto the ugly hospital gown. I threw my head back against my pillow trying to stop myself from crying but instead I woke up the whole room. I sat up and was confronted with four faces of the people I loved the most. The look on Lewis' face was unreadable, but there was something different in his eyes. He took my hand in his, and slowly lifted the sleeves of the hospital gown. I looked at the flesh on my arms and gasped in horror.
New Girl - Part 19 • Opuss № I