i'm only human - DYZZ/shin Aug 20, 2014 10:34:55 GMT -6
Post by SHIORI IKEDA on Aug 20, 2014 10:34:55 GMT -6
It has been well noted on numerous occasions that some coma patients wake up with having heard of conversations that took place in their room while they were asleep. Most comas are involuntary, the product of a dramatic brain injury, but just like in Shiori’s case, can be chemically induced. The surgery had gone as well as can be expected, for being an experimental surgery and all. There had been much more damage than Cain had expected to her crippled leg, so much that she’d needed nerve graphs. On top of the surgery attempting to save her leg, she’d required a skin graph on her good leg to completely close the severe lacerations and a pin in her broken wrist to stabilize the bones for the first few weeks of recovery. She was relatively stable, though, despite an elevated heart and respiration rate. Even the doctors, though, had not been prepared for just how much. Cain had warned Shin that when Shiori would first wake after the surgery she would be in a great deal of pain.
She’d awoken much sooner than it should have been possible, screaming and crying, unable to respond to anyone and anything. Her heart rate had nearly doubled at that point and, most alarmingly, her eyes, sclera and iris, had been colored solid black. Cain had never seen Shiori shift fully before, but her last ability, before she lost it, had been a partial shifting of her eyes. It certainly shocked the young doctor and it had taken several people and doses of sedatives to keep Shiori under long enough for Cain to re-evaluate the situation at hand. An ultrasound and a few more tests later, Cain came to conclusion that Shiori’s elevated vitals were a result of some type of reconnection with her avian form. Unfortunately, it also meant that her metabolism had increased exponentially and that she would metabolize any and all medications much faster. Cain worried that with her already previously weak body, worsened with her injuries, that he would not be able to safely administer enough pain medications. So the only option he deemed available was to put Shiori in a medically induced coma for the initial stages of her post-operative recovery.
A week later, and maxed out on morphine and other pain meds, Shiori was given the reverse drug to bring her out of the coma. That had been hours ago, and while Cain continued to reassure Shin that it could take anywhere from minutes to several hours or even days, there had been no change in her vitals.It felt like a dream…No, that’s not quite right. Dreams are dreams, you normally always know it’s a dream or at least when you wake. No, this felt...different. Almost like she was looking through a glass and watching someone’s future. Or even a movie. Only it wasn’t the future nor a movie...it felt quite real and most definitely in present time. And it wasn’t just some stranger, but rather...
The glow of the computer screen bathed the room in azure light, reflecting off the high glass windows and flooding the hallway across the room even with the door partially closed. The buttery smell of popcorn was overpowered by the fresher smell of coffee. There was only one cup sitting at the desk, but the full pot bubbled like a ghost, reminding her snidely that she had been there much too long. Her already rapid heartbeat seemed to flutter in her chest, fueled by copious amounts of caffeine. Keys clicked softly, almost soothingly, interrupted intermittently by the sharp click of a mouse. The office was quiet, no pitter patter of co-workers, no phones ringing, no voices echoing, but she was immersed so deeply in her work that a herd of stampeding elephants blowing trumpets would have escaped her attention. Then again, she was in her personal office on the bottom half of her flat and not the office on the fiftieth floor of the company tower.
W-what’s going on...
The girl, no, a young woman for sure, at the computer’s keyboard sighed and leaned back against her chair. The numbers were bleeding together and she couldn’t make heads or tails of it anymore. The board was making her cut back on employees due to budget cuts. She stared at the screen, taking recognition of each employee’s personal notes. A single mother, a new transfer from the states trying to set his roots, a father with a disabled son and another on the way. She’d met that particular man a few nights ago at a cocktail party. He was charismatic and couldn’t help but gush about his pregnant wife.
This is weird...
She couldn’t seem to find someone to let go. The young woman stretched her arms above her head, feeling her shoulders pop pleasantly, then ran a hand over her face. She was running herself into the ground; she glanced at the clock, a grimace pulling at her face. Forget night, it was morning now. Early enough that she need not climb the stairs to the residential part of her loft. Might as well stay down here. She rose from the chair and made her way to the kitchen. She opened a cabinet and reached behind the cereal boxes for the bottle of Scotch she knew was hidden there. She pulled it out and opened the bottle, taking a long pull straight from the bottle. She winced as the liquid burned a line of fire down her throat to settle in her belly, then quickly took a few more swigs of the liquid.
Something isn’t right...this...
She walked off with the bottle in hand to turn on the stereo, letting the soft tunes of “To Build a Home” by the Cinematic Orchestra filled the air. A few more sips of liquid courage and the music began to slowly twist her hips. The movement was lonely, forlorn, and she missed the way the music used to thrum in her veins so intimately, moving her body in ways even she hadn’t known she was capable of. She missed those days greatly.
”You know, alcohol is always better with company,”a voice sounded from directly behind her, causing her to jump and swing the bottle at the tenor voice. The voice laughed and caught the bottle in his hand, pulling it from her grasp to take a sip of his own and set it on the counter. His hands then quickly settled on her hips and pulled her flush to him.
Whoa, there, hold on!
”You didn’t come to bed,”he stated as his hands twirled her around to press her back against his chest. The music began to swell softly, his hand pulled hers out and he caressed her arm before they began moving, dancing to an age old rhythm. The music was alive in her veins, a living dragon that controlled her, pushed her through the lifts, pointed her toes and straightened her legs. And when the music began to die down, when his hands picked her up by her waist and twirled them around, it was the living creature inside that willed her legs to move slowly, imitating herself walking on water. He gently set her down, pressing his forehead against hers. Fire crawled under her skin, though she was sure it was the alcohol. His breath mingled with hers, his fingers carded through her loose, pin straight hair. She looked up into his honey golden eyes and reached up to brush aside the charcoal locks.
Heero leaned down to kiss her and paused.
’You need to wake up,’he whispered.
When most patients wake from a medically induced coma, they normally awake in stages, flitting back and forth from darkness to unresponsive, confused wakefulness. It can take several times of waking and going back to sleep before they become fully alert. But as always, Shiori was different.
Her senses came back one by one, slowly filtering through each detail before moving onto a next detail. First her hearing; soft, steady beeping was the first thing to filter through the sounds. Then the soft sound of her breathing followed by the muted volumes of a television. Probably turned on for the sole purpose of background noise. Everything was dully muted, like she was listening through water. She’d been on the receiving end of plenty hospital visits (although none really recent) to suspect where she was; her sense of smell confirmed it when the sharp scent of antiseptic and sterile sheets filled her nostrils.
Her body felt heavy, sluggish, and unresponsive, so she assumed she was on a butt load of medications. Either that or she strapped down in the insane asylum again. She’d overdosed once, nearly three years ago. She didn’t open her eyes, they felt crusted over and her mouth was outlandishly dry. ’So that means I’ve been out a while,’ where her first real coherent thoughts. Her senses halted abruptly, leaving her with just her hearing, smell and a miniscule kinesthetic sense. She let herself get accustomed to being awake again, allowing her brain to get up to speed and trying to filter through her memories to remember just how she ended up here. She came up pitifully blank and began to slip back under darkness once more..Rough hands, a bruising strength on bird thin, frail arms, a calloused palm over broken lips chewed too often. Coarse ropes and raw wrists. A grin, charming if not for the malicious intent promised behind dark eyes. Blond hair shifted, converting into a massive mane, complete with massive teeth and cat-slitted eyes. Sharp claws, snarls, the snapping of bone and pain. Oh so much pain.
Shiori snapped farther awake, the memories a slap in the face. The heart monitor beside her spiked for just an instant then settled down to its still much too rapid beat. Her ebony eyes slid open after a few minutes of blessed silence. Her fleeting moment of panic had gone apparently unnoticed. Her other senses came back, her body felt heavy and full, like it had been stuffed with cotton and she couldn’t move due to the stiff stitches holding the seams together. She felt disturbingly disconnected with her lower half, the sensations in her legs thickly muted. Her wrist throbbed with her heart beat, shooting up her arm and neck to settle against her much too crowded head immediately behind her eyes. She blinked heavily, squinting. Her eyes were watering and burning, mercilessly so. She couldn’t keep them open long. Everything seemed to be in high definition. The colors of the flowers in a vase not far from her bed were much too vibrant, especially the greens and blues, and even the very air seemed to dance with colors she’d never seen before.
No, she had seen these, back when she could still shift and even partially shift. She tried to lift her uninjured hand to touch her eyes, as if in disbelief. Something stopped her hand from moving. She slowly turned her head, peering through slitted eyelids (it hurt to keep them too open), and blinked at the shock of vibrant yellow that rested on the bedside near her elbow. The color quickly toned down to a tolerable shade and she blinked her blurry vision. A hand was grasping her free hand tightly. She glanced back at the head beside her, finally making out details she’d missed before. She knew that unruly head of hair, she only ever saw it in the early mornings when he first woke up or when she roughed it up herself. She knew that with her normal human vision, his hair would be bleach blonde.
She squeezed her hand holding his as tightly as she could. When he groggily turned his head to look at her, she spoke in a serious deadpan, ”No,” her voice cracked horribly, her throat burned just as much as her eyes, and she couldn’t speak a full sentence, ”cats.” She was sure he understood enough. She wanted nothing to remind her of her personal hell, not for a long time.
Amount: 2,028 w/coding
Notes: dear god, this a whopper x.x. btw, yes, her eyes are currently stuck in avian form xD. the dance in the dream is below <3
Muse: pretty good
Outfit: hospital gown xD
Tune: “Too Build a Home” by The Cinematic Orchestra