Everything from there on out, felt like some nightmare I wasn’t allowed to wake up from. All because that damned machine beeped too long, too loud, causing a stir when it wasn’t necessary. There’s a part of me that had hoped no one would hear the scream, that maybe the doctor would arrive too late and before you knew it; I’d be tagged, sealed in a bag, eventually buried in a cemetery no one would visit.
Here lies the bitch that pushed everyone away.
That’s what I assume my headstone would say or maybe it’d be a clean slate, no information provided, a constant reminder that when you’re dead- you’re gone for good. You only live so long in someones memory before eventually, you’re a ‘who was that again’ and aching feeling to someone you once knew, all because they’re guilty of not changing themselves or wished they would have said something to your face, not behind your back.
“Felonous Blacksun is the emergency contact,” a man shouted, while others crowded around the Farstrider’s figure. “That’s all that’s listed, the others are crossed out.”
There was no real reason why the young woman exiled her mother from ever knowing if there was a real tragedy at hand, let alone her twin or Red; but back when Zala was known to act irrationally, that’s when those scribbles took place. At least Felon was there, wasn’t that all that mattered?
With no time wasted, tools of the medical trade were fetched and the stretcher which held a warm body, was urgently pushed down the hall into a room that seemed to be ready for just about anything.
Lights, anesthesia, scalpel;
It was time to operate.
Several hours later, in a room all by her lonesome, Zalandrissa rested in a bed connected to a few IV’s and monitors, carefully under watch for however long it would take for recovery. It was upon her abdomen where the worst situation seemed to be. Beneath layers of bandages, jagged razor like marks rested in a horizontal manner; cut clear across her toned muscle. Something had grabbed the girl back in Nazmir by the waist, sank its teeth right into her flesh for quite the healthy bite.
Be it the shock her body had found itself in, the fact that some organs had suffered a great deal of damage, it was pure luck that Zala even made it as far as she had come. Whether it was the help of her comrades or how her companion made it his pure valiant goal to protect his friend, the young woman was allowed to rest peacefully after all was said and done.
But that’s when a familiar noise was heard, despite the drugged state Zala was in.
Guess that’s a good thing, huh?
Mention(s) of: @felonous - @isendrehighvale - @tristennedarkmorn // @turning-through-the-never
{Felon would have received the following: Over and over, his comm would go off until answered. A man on the other side, with the obvious hospital noises in the background, would ask if he’s speaking with Felonous Blacksun. If he was, he’d be quick to inform him that his daughter Zalandrissa Highvale was being rushed off to surgery.}
