𝖊𝖝𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓;
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Cold steel stuck to his sweat-damp body. The clinical clean stink of a hospital wing stung his nose around the thin plastic tubing of a nasal cannula. Squinting into the bright overhead lights, the roused young man blinked away the haze of a sedated slumber, forcing his shaken mind into the present.
Ｐａｉｎ . With the gradual clearing of unconscious fog, came the 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 agony radiating throughout his body. All at once, every fibre inside him blazed, each vessel pumping battery acid through swelling, tearing muscle. A stuttering cry started low in his throat, rolling through a dry mouth and into the still air around him.
But no one came.
A flurry of beeping machines jumped into life as his heart rate swelled. More yelps spilled from cracked lips, his core beginning to convulse in protest. As every inch of his body pulled itself apart, the boy screamed for help.
But still, no one came.
Fingers spasmed into crooked claws as his forearms spilled off the edges of the bed. Elbows hung at the precipice, the joint crunching and splintering with every erratic twitch and flex. Clenched feet made sudden contact with the linoleum floor, calves and shins following in a spaghetti spiral on top of them. As the lower portion of his stomach edged ever closer to the gruesome resting place of his limbs, the desperate cries had all but choked away. Instead, caught in silent, racking sobs as his ruptured body warped and tore, Reed whispered breathless pleas for his vacant best friend.
“Ben—? 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 Ben—!? Help me!!”
𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑, 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊.
Originally written and shared as part of Verbuary 2020: https://tinyurl.com/4hj3wkbj