Post by Lord Bromosalino on Feb 20, 2013 13:27:46 GMT -5
There was a sort of hushed quiet in the room; a sense of urgency and worry. There were doctors reading, re-reading, and once more re-reading their charts and clipboards and nurses rushing to and fro to find whatever supplies they could. And of course, there was the patient; the newly promoted Lieutenant Junior Grade Isaac Saifer. Not that the rank mattered of course, nothing like that mattered. It was far too petty to be of any importance, and yet the higher commands had deemed the Naval Officer’s actions worthy of promotion. Something like being ‘valiant’ and some other nonsense of ‘showing great courage in the mist of battle and turmoil’. Bla bla bla. Whatever that meant; it wasn’t as if Isaac Saifer could relish in his achievement, or could see the excitement and feel the joy of his fellow comrades and friends. No, for the last week or so, the newly promoted Marine had been in a coma, pulled into some other consciousness or reality. And now, the pitter patter of those around him had slowly been coming to a slow halt. Isaac hadn’t responded in any way to the treatment and it seemed as if he couldn’t be wakened.
By the bedside, a very stubborn Cerberus had remained, almost like a guard watching his post. The mythically named canine had refused to leave his friend, comrade, and master’s side, growling viciously for the first two days anytime anyone had tried to move him away. It was only after the intervention of the head doctor of the medical ward that the black dog was able to sit and worry in peace. He had been brought a bowl of water and food, but the dry tongue merely lapsed at the water and his lips had only fumbled over the food. His usual midnight streaked body had lost its black sheen, and his usual perked ears and wagging tail had seemed to have disappeared. The two had been through much together, and Cerberus himself felt as if he was dying alongside Isaac. Commodore Thor had demanded, without a doubt in his usual thunderous and booming voice, that his subordinate be given the greatest treatment; and the Lieutenant Junior Grade Officer was most certainly receiving it. But, it was all in vain.
With a multitude of needles, IV bags, and all sorts of contraptions; Isaac Saifer was lost in some void. He was, to those outside of his own mind, a vegetable. But, if one were to travel into the very deepest reaches of the sleeping man’s mind, a very different perspective might be taken on his status. What seemed like an eternity to those waiting for Isaac to awaken was certainly doubled to Isaac himself. The Navy man had been trudging along inside the recesses of his mind; travelling, always travelling towards a lone figure, yet never able to reach it. Whether he himself was not moving, or if the object was moving away from him, he could not catch it. Somehow, his legs were able to support his body (for in the real world, his leg had been snapped and was now in a cast) despite the fatigue he felt, even in this non-carnal world. Yet, Isaac dared not stop. He had seen this thing in his dreams, and this figure brought him back to his senses once. If anything could bring it back, it would be this thing, not all of the medical treatment he was receiving. But, how? It couldn’t be real, right? Assuming he ever woke up, how would the Officer ever explain this to anyone; he would be deemed a loon and a man gone off of his rocker.
The going was slow, very slow. He wasn’t sure if he was moving through mud, tar, or anything else that might hinder his movement, but it certainly felt like it. Everything around him was a pitch black. In fact, Isaac wasn’t even sure if he was standing on anything. None the less, he continued, almost fearing that if he stopped he would fall through whatever was holding him up. Once or twice he had lost sight of his target, but every time he had searched frantically, the gray silhouette of the canine looking visage had turned and faced him; beckoning him to move on. Whether days, hours, or simply seconds had passed by, Isaac couldn’t tell; time and even direction seemed irrelevant and non-existent here. And so, the slow yet persistent nature of the trudge continued the once strong and healthy soldier to walk on. And walk on he did, eventually stopping at the edge. He couldn’t see the edge, for everything was still as dark as the night sky, but something had told him to stop, that there was nothing else. He had lost sight of his silent and spectral companion and guide as well. But standing on the very edge had seemed to paralyze him, almost as if he had been atop the summit of a very large mountain looking below. Despite a lack of vision, the phenomenon had taken his breath away.
A touch of dampness. What was it!? Frantically looking about, and nearly falling off (if there was anything to fall off of), Isaac Saifer felt a sense of relief and at the same time fear; the shadowy canine was back, and had licked his dangling arm. Isaac immediately knew what his guide was telling him to do…jump. A moment of fear, a parched mouth, a rushing heart, and a screaming mind that pounded in his ears; “don’t you dare do it!” But what else was he to do? Stay here forever? But what if he jumped; he could die, right? What if? What if? What if? The strange being next to him nudged his leg, urging him to go. A leap of faith, that’s all it took. It sounded so simple, so easy. Yet the fear had begun to cripple him. “Don’t think about it, just go,” came a silent voice from an unknown source. Was his guide telling him, or was Isaac himself strengthening his mental fortitude for the jump. Here goes nothing.
Whoosh![/b]
Like a deep sea diver plunging for the air above and opening his burning lungs to inhale the air around him, Isaac’s chest shot up, only the restraints keeping him from shooting through the ceiling. His heartbeat had picked up in excess, well above what would be considered normal. Cerberus, too, jumped to his feet, barking in excitement. The almost mundane and tiring drone was nowhere in sight; the urgency and hope had filled the room again. It took a few minutes, but the Naval patient’s breath and heartbeat had steadied. His eyes had begun to open and his consciousness had returned. All the sound, smells, and other senses were overwhelming him, but one noise he caught; “Commodore Thor to the medical ward, Commodore Thor to the medical ward.”
Had the Commodore stayed behind to wait for Isaac?
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By the bedside, a very stubborn Cerberus had remained, almost like a guard watching his post. The mythically named canine had refused to leave his friend, comrade, and master’s side, growling viciously for the first two days anytime anyone had tried to move him away. It was only after the intervention of the head doctor of the medical ward that the black dog was able to sit and worry in peace. He had been brought a bowl of water and food, but the dry tongue merely lapsed at the water and his lips had only fumbled over the food. His usual midnight streaked body had lost its black sheen, and his usual perked ears and wagging tail had seemed to have disappeared. The two had been through much together, and Cerberus himself felt as if he was dying alongside Isaac. Commodore Thor had demanded, without a doubt in his usual thunderous and booming voice, that his subordinate be given the greatest treatment; and the Lieutenant Junior Grade Officer was most certainly receiving it. But, it was all in vain.
With a multitude of needles, IV bags, and all sorts of contraptions; Isaac Saifer was lost in some void. He was, to those outside of his own mind, a vegetable. But, if one were to travel into the very deepest reaches of the sleeping man’s mind, a very different perspective might be taken on his status. What seemed like an eternity to those waiting for Isaac to awaken was certainly doubled to Isaac himself. The Navy man had been trudging along inside the recesses of his mind; travelling, always travelling towards a lone figure, yet never able to reach it. Whether he himself was not moving, or if the object was moving away from him, he could not catch it. Somehow, his legs were able to support his body (for in the real world, his leg had been snapped and was now in a cast) despite the fatigue he felt, even in this non-carnal world. Yet, Isaac dared not stop. He had seen this thing in his dreams, and this figure brought him back to his senses once. If anything could bring it back, it would be this thing, not all of the medical treatment he was receiving. But, how? It couldn’t be real, right? Assuming he ever woke up, how would the Officer ever explain this to anyone; he would be deemed a loon and a man gone off of his rocker.
The going was slow, very slow. He wasn’t sure if he was moving through mud, tar, or anything else that might hinder his movement, but it certainly felt like it. Everything around him was a pitch black. In fact, Isaac wasn’t even sure if he was standing on anything. None the less, he continued, almost fearing that if he stopped he would fall through whatever was holding him up. Once or twice he had lost sight of his target, but every time he had searched frantically, the gray silhouette of the canine looking visage had turned and faced him; beckoning him to move on. Whether days, hours, or simply seconds had passed by, Isaac couldn’t tell; time and even direction seemed irrelevant and non-existent here. And so, the slow yet persistent nature of the trudge continued the once strong and healthy soldier to walk on. And walk on he did, eventually stopping at the edge. He couldn’t see the edge, for everything was still as dark as the night sky, but something had told him to stop, that there was nothing else. He had lost sight of his silent and spectral companion and guide as well. But standing on the very edge had seemed to paralyze him, almost as if he had been atop the summit of a very large mountain looking below. Despite a lack of vision, the phenomenon had taken his breath away.
A touch of dampness. What was it!? Frantically looking about, and nearly falling off (if there was anything to fall off of), Isaac Saifer felt a sense of relief and at the same time fear; the shadowy canine was back, and had licked his dangling arm. Isaac immediately knew what his guide was telling him to do…jump. A moment of fear, a parched mouth, a rushing heart, and a screaming mind that pounded in his ears; “don’t you dare do it!” But what else was he to do? Stay here forever? But what if he jumped; he could die, right? What if? What if? What if? The strange being next to him nudged his leg, urging him to go. A leap of faith, that’s all it took. It sounded so simple, so easy. Yet the fear had begun to cripple him. “Don’t think about it, just go,” came a silent voice from an unknown source. Was his guide telling him, or was Isaac himself strengthening his mental fortitude for the jump. Here goes nothing.
Whoosh![/b]
Like a deep sea diver plunging for the air above and opening his burning lungs to inhale the air around him, Isaac’s chest shot up, only the restraints keeping him from shooting through the ceiling. His heartbeat had picked up in excess, well above what would be considered normal. Cerberus, too, jumped to his feet, barking in excitement. The almost mundane and tiring drone was nowhere in sight; the urgency and hope had filled the room again. It took a few minutes, but the Naval patient’s breath and heartbeat had steadied. His eyes had begun to open and his consciousness had returned. All the sound, smells, and other senses were overwhelming him, but one noise he caught; “Commodore Thor to the medical ward, Commodore Thor to the medical ward.”
Had the Commodore stayed behind to wait for Isaac?
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