Deviant Muses Jan Prompt: Hospital Bed
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call_me_snakeCharacter Name: Snake Plissken
Origin: Escape from NY/LA
Topic: Hospital Bed Photo
Word Count: 908
Rating: PG-13
Author's note: This story deals with strong psychological terror. Discretion Advised
Continued from here
Snake woke groggy and disoriented. Things seemed lost in a haze just beyond his grasp. A breath and then another, relaxing the stress and pain away so he could think clearly. His surroundings hadn’t yet begun to filter in from the outside leaving Plissken blissfully unaware. The fog was clearing. The throb of bright fiery heat still pounded in his brain but he had become used to it. That was the only thing that reminded him this was really his body and not a dream. The pain had not filtered into them yet at least not in its true form burning under the patch.
With the clearer thought awareness came. It was cold in the room. Snake could feel it on his face and raising goose bumps on his bare arms. Some areas seemed colder. Plissken’s brow furrowed in deep thought before his eye opened. Above him was a white ceiling that seemed distorted and too far away. Drugs. His mind had a vague remembrance of drugs. Needles! Snake’s whole body clenched and attempted to spring him to his feet.
Nothing happened. Something held him in place. Even his head was rendered immobile. The cold strips demanded his attention. Struggling Snake’s fingers curled around to his wrist. There was a cool strip there and pressure when he attempted to move his arm. Restraints.
Memories flooded his senses; capture, fighting, the papers. The PAPERS! Dishonorably discharged. Cold fury came with the recollections. Snake relaxed and then flexed every muscle in his body in an attempt to get lose. He wanted free. The synthetic bands dug in, deep, lacerating his wrists as he pulled with everything he had.
Plissken relaxed and thought out his position. Blood trickled over the back of his hand sending him into another frenzy. Snake tried to slip them this time only to become aware of a second set of straps just above the elbow. Plissken sighed heavily to relieve some of the frustration. He let his thoughts turn inside to pure concentration. He knew he could get free. His eye slid closed as he tried to imagine the position of his body and the restraints. He was looking for a weakness.
There was one vulnerability, the synthetic. Enough pressure over a given time and it would stretch. Plissken immediately went to work wrestling with the bands. All of his concentration came to a pinpoint of focus revolving around the task of getting free. He was not so lost that the click of a turning door handle would pass his notice.
Snake relaxed, listening and trying to turn his eye and head far enough to see who or what had entered the room with him. He could hear breathing, 2 people and a cart. The wheels squeaked like a jackhammer in Plissken’s eye. Lights came on and reflexively his eye shut trying to blink away the brightness.
A face appeared surrounded by the white and colored rainbow halo. The expression was blank giving none of the secrets beyond his field of view. Glass on metal, a clink, and Plissken forced his head to turn beneath the band. Fibers cut into his head but he ignored it. Plissken could see the nurse next to the person over the bed. The cart lay behind her and obscured.
“20 cc” Her voice was soft but Plissken heard only horror. More struggling and blood trickled on his head. His eye blinked and watered against the halogen above him. Clarity and the inverted bottle cleared. Needles. Panic filled Snake as his body went into frantic motion. No more needles. No more drugs. He couldn’t take it. He wouldn’t take it.
Plissken burst into a scream of terror and anger. The sound filled the room and his ears pushing the burn of his eye to the brightness of the room’s light.
“Gag him.”
Plissken clenched his teeth closed when the nurse appeared on the other side with a strip of something. She shoved it against his face. Fabric crushed his lips to his teeth. Pain raged through his body from the scuffle with the slick, razor sharp straps. The needle caught the light at the edge of Plissken’s field of view. The scream came through despite his best effort to hold it. His mouth opened and the gag slammed full to the back of his mouth drowning the scream in a choking gag.
Plissken tried to spit it out but it was pulled back tight against the bed, just another strap locking him in place. Frightened, Snake lashed out like a wild animal caught in a death trap. He couldn’t see much difference between himself and the analogy. A warm hand came to his neck. Instantly, Plissken snapped his head around to push it away.
The needle filled his vision, filled to capacity with a pale, clear, blue liquid.
“Hold his head.”
More hands touched him, reinvigorating his desire to get lose. No matter how much he struggled nothing gave way. Then the prick came to the neck. Snake cried out from fear. He had no idea what they had been sticking him with. For days he’d been attacked by them and their needles. While he slept, when he ate, all the time. Another hit his hand but this time the scream didn’t come. He couldn’t find the energy. Everything was slow and quiet. They left and the lights went out plunging Plissken into the dark alone with his fear and pain.
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Origin: Escape from NY/LA
Topic: Hospital Bed Photo
Word Count: 908
Rating: PG-13
Author's note: This story deals with strong psychological terror. Discretion Advised
Continued from here
Snake woke groggy and disoriented. Things seemed lost in a haze just beyond his grasp. A breath and then another, relaxing the stress and pain away so he could think clearly. His surroundings hadn’t yet begun to filter in from the outside leaving Plissken blissfully unaware. The fog was clearing. The throb of bright fiery heat still pounded in his brain but he had become used to it. That was the only thing that reminded him this was really his body and not a dream. The pain had not filtered into them yet at least not in its true form burning under the patch.
With the clearer thought awareness came. It was cold in the room. Snake could feel it on his face and raising goose bumps on his bare arms. Some areas seemed colder. Plissken’s brow furrowed in deep thought before his eye opened. Above him was a white ceiling that seemed distorted and too far away. Drugs. His mind had a vague remembrance of drugs. Needles! Snake’s whole body clenched and attempted to spring him to his feet.
Nothing happened. Something held him in place. Even his head was rendered immobile. The cold strips demanded his attention. Struggling Snake’s fingers curled around to his wrist. There was a cool strip there and pressure when he attempted to move his arm. Restraints.
Memories flooded his senses; capture, fighting, the papers. The PAPERS! Dishonorably discharged. Cold fury came with the recollections. Snake relaxed and then flexed every muscle in his body in an attempt to get lose. He wanted free. The synthetic bands dug in, deep, lacerating his wrists as he pulled with everything he had.
Plissken relaxed and thought out his position. Blood trickled over the back of his hand sending him into another frenzy. Snake tried to slip them this time only to become aware of a second set of straps just above the elbow. Plissken sighed heavily to relieve some of the frustration. He let his thoughts turn inside to pure concentration. He knew he could get free. His eye slid closed as he tried to imagine the position of his body and the restraints. He was looking for a weakness.
There was one vulnerability, the synthetic. Enough pressure over a given time and it would stretch. Plissken immediately went to work wrestling with the bands. All of his concentration came to a pinpoint of focus revolving around the task of getting free. He was not so lost that the click of a turning door handle would pass his notice.
Snake relaxed, listening and trying to turn his eye and head far enough to see who or what had entered the room with him. He could hear breathing, 2 people and a cart. The wheels squeaked like a jackhammer in Plissken’s eye. Lights came on and reflexively his eye shut trying to blink away the brightness.
A face appeared surrounded by the white and colored rainbow halo. The expression was blank giving none of the secrets beyond his field of view. Glass on metal, a clink, and Plissken forced his head to turn beneath the band. Fibers cut into his head but he ignored it. Plissken could see the nurse next to the person over the bed. The cart lay behind her and obscured.
“20 cc” Her voice was soft but Plissken heard only horror. More struggling and blood trickled on his head. His eye blinked and watered against the halogen above him. Clarity and the inverted bottle cleared. Needles. Panic filled Snake as his body went into frantic motion. No more needles. No more drugs. He couldn’t take it. He wouldn’t take it.
Plissken burst into a scream of terror and anger. The sound filled the room and his ears pushing the burn of his eye to the brightness of the room’s light.
“Gag him.”
Plissken clenched his teeth closed when the nurse appeared on the other side with a strip of something. She shoved it against his face. Fabric crushed his lips to his teeth. Pain raged through his body from the scuffle with the slick, razor sharp straps. The needle caught the light at the edge of Plissken’s field of view. The scream came through despite his best effort to hold it. His mouth opened and the gag slammed full to the back of his mouth drowning the scream in a choking gag.
Plissken tried to spit it out but it was pulled back tight against the bed, just another strap locking him in place. Frightened, Snake lashed out like a wild animal caught in a death trap. He couldn’t see much difference between himself and the analogy. A warm hand came to his neck. Instantly, Plissken snapped his head around to push it away.
The needle filled his vision, filled to capacity with a pale, clear, blue liquid.
“Hold his head.”
More hands touched him, reinvigorating his desire to get lose. No matter how much he struggled nothing gave way. Then the prick came to the neck. Snake cried out from fear. He had no idea what they had been sticking him with. For days he’d been attacked by them and their needles. While he slept, when he ate, all the time. Another hit his hand but this time the scream didn’t come. He couldn’t find the energy. Everything was slow and quiet. They left and the lights went out plunging Plissken into the dark alone with his fear and pain.
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