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Broken Open- pt 4-Adauli/Lambski Fanfic Adam stared at the slowly beeping heart monitor intently. It had been a day since Sauli had stopped receiving the injections and Doctor Howard assured that it was only a matter of time before he would wake. That is, if he was going to wake up at all. There was still a chance that he would be stuck in a comatose state for ever, slim as it may be. The Doctor said that was unlikely but Adam knew it was still a possibility, though he didn't like to believe it.
He was mesmerized by the mountains and valleys of dips and bumps that scrolled across the line on the heart monitor. The slow rythym had an almost hypnotizing effect. Each bump marked another beat of Sauli's injured heart and that fact alone was reason enough to stare at it.
Night had fallen outside, not that it mattered much but Dr. Howard had told him that it would be wise to get some sleep. However, to Adam sleep had become more a luxury rather than a ne
We All Fall Down 1.0 --Here is the introduction, if you haven't read it yet please do!:--
People were getting sick and dying by the dozens here in my small town. Being a doctor, naturally, people expected me to fix them but how do you cure a disease that strikes without warning? How do you fix people when they are too broken to even think anymore. How can you treat a disease that has no cure...?
It all started with a few kids in school. They came into the ER during my night shift and at first I'd thought they had gotten in some sort of brawl. Their skin was covered in red abscesses and purplish black bruises but I soon realized that the injuries were not acquired through a fight.
The skin deep injuries weren't the only symptoms that the poor kids had. After a few hours they became mindless and unresponsive to every stimuli.
They wouldn't talk, or couldn't talk. They wouldn't eat and they wouldn't sleep. They just stared blankly at the ceiling with their bruised and
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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