Post by Mitch 'The Broken' Heart on Dec 10, 2020 18:47:15 GMT -5
lost.
Sinai Hospital, Baltimore, several hours after Ultimate Carnage 6
He had left a trail of red backstage. He had collapsed as soon as he’d got past Gorilla, crawling, only to rise to his feet and stumble again. He’d risen three times before falling for good, a young girl rushing to get the medics that weren’t already busy with Kyra.
He lay in the dark, lights dimmed to the maximum at his request. The ambulance ride had been a blur as had his subsequent treatment. He lay with stitches in his skin, bite marks on his head and shoulder, an IV in his arm, and eyes staring at the ceiling.
Lost.
Lost a mentor, a father figure. Lost the thing that could have turned he and Pen’s life around for the better. Lost adrift, clinging to a wooden plank in a black and inky sea under a starless sky as his friends all basked in golden glow on safer shores.
He dug his fingernails into the back of his tattooed hand, scraping deep. Over and over and over and--
“Mr. Heart?”
He covered the scratches and turned to the door, lifeless eyes staring at the nurse.
“Yeah.”
“Your sister is in the waiting room. She wanted to know if she could come to see you now or if you were still resting.”
“Send her up.”
He turned back, staring upward once more.
“...hey. One more thing.”
“Yes, Mr. Heart?”
The nurse poked her head back into the room, smile gratingly chipper.
“If anyone else comes by… tell them I don’t want to see anyone right now. No visitors. Just Pen.”
Bobbing her head, she left. He bobbed in the sea in his mind, alone.
Lost.