15.May.13, 01:47 PM
There was the noise of talking and a sensation on his cheek. He focused his eyes enough to see that it was Ravana, the rider he had a crush on, but was with someone else. How embarrassing.
But there was another man there, a man he didn't think he'd seen before, a man that said mean things, and then seemed to be gone. Oahvakeen must have drawn a crowd, and the thought of that was even more embarrassing. Did everyone in the weyr know about this, now?
If his life wasn't falling apart before, it was now. He hurt all over, and was being cared for by Ravana, of all people. A while back, he'd drug Ravana into getting buried in a building collapse, and it was completely his fault. His heart had hurt with romantic notions that were squashed, and now she was attempting to help him.
Oahvakeen had experienced a manic high, and now it was time for the corresponding manic low, as if gravity had finally overwhelmed his adrenaline and now it was time to come crashing back to earth. He shuddered his body, causing new droplets of blood to squeeze from his back lashes. And then he cried. In the past he had tried to be manly and masculine, and it was all burned up and wasted now. They started as sobs and turned into a wailing, all of the grief, pain, hurt, and shock of it all combining into a fit of tears.
All of him hurt, inside and out, and there were no words to describe the agonizing pain.
His face began to pale. He needed to get medical help and fast, but he was too caught up in tears and unable to stop. Perhaps he'd pass out soon.
Little known to Oahvakeen but with the fight, they'd stirred up the office, banged on the walls, and he'd fallen on the floor. A bacteria long safely locked away in the walls had been unleashed, and had found Oahvakeen's deepest open wounds a welcome home. The flesh around his bite had begun to turn more like a slosh than meat, and the area around it had begun to turn a light lilac.
-- fade out --
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EDIT: Let's just go ahead and end this thread here.
But there was another man there, a man he didn't think he'd seen before, a man that said mean things, and then seemed to be gone. Oahvakeen must have drawn a crowd, and the thought of that was even more embarrassing. Did everyone in the weyr know about this, now?
If his life wasn't falling apart before, it was now. He hurt all over, and was being cared for by Ravana, of all people. A while back, he'd drug Ravana into getting buried in a building collapse, and it was completely his fault. His heart had hurt with romantic notions that were squashed, and now she was attempting to help him.
Oahvakeen had experienced a manic high, and now it was time for the corresponding manic low, as if gravity had finally overwhelmed his adrenaline and now it was time to come crashing back to earth. He shuddered his body, causing new droplets of blood to squeeze from his back lashes. And then he cried. In the past he had tried to be manly and masculine, and it was all burned up and wasted now. They started as sobs and turned into a wailing, all of the grief, pain, hurt, and shock of it all combining into a fit of tears.
All of him hurt, inside and out, and there were no words to describe the agonizing pain.
His face began to pale. He needed to get medical help and fast, but he was too caught up in tears and unable to stop. Perhaps he'd pass out soon.
Little known to Oahvakeen but with the fight, they'd stirred up the office, banged on the walls, and he'd fallen on the floor. A bacteria long safely locked away in the walls had been unleashed, and had found Oahvakeen's deepest open wounds a welcome home. The flesh around his bite had begun to turn more like a slosh than meat, and the area around it had begun to turn a light lilac.
-- fade out --
-- end of thread --
EDIT: Let's just go ahead and end this thread here.