FinnAbel
Finn day 3 - 1
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Picture and story credit to Sofia Ayashi
My eyes flutter open to the sight of the sun barley seeping in through the windows. It must be just gone sunrise. It takes me a couple of seconds to get my barrings. A quick glance over my shoulder to my new friend still sleeping. I quietly and gently check his pulse, good he made it through the night, might be slow but he will recover, I'm 99% sure of it. With that I pull myself up to my feet and a sudden realization hits me, Dazey! Did she make it home? I quickly make my way to our bedroom to find the bed still not slept in. My heart sinks in my chest to the pit of my stomach. I can't shake the feeling that something happened to her out there in that hell show. I need to go find her. I need to know. But first I need to wash up and get something to drink.
I head into the bathroom and stand in front of the sink for a few minutes. Just looking at the man staring back at me. I hardly recognize this person. His eyes are puffed and red, he looks so tired. Tears are forming and slowly running down his cheeks. He looks stressed and worried out of his mind. With a shake of my head I reach for the tap and turn on the hot water, putting the plug into the hole I wait a few moments for the sink to fill before I sink my hands into the water. It feels amazing as it's warmth covers my hands. Cupping it up and bringing my hands to my face, brushing my hands over my cheeks and through my beard a few times, before looking back at myself in the mirror. He looks a little better now, still stressed and worried, but at least his eyes don't look so bad anymore.
Once I've cleaned up, I make my way back through the bedroom. Taking a second to glance at the bed one last time to triple check my wife still isn't there. My heart sinks again and I make my way back out of the bedroom, back to the living room where I had left my sleeping friend. Only now he is sat up on the sofa looking dazed and confused. Before I say anything I head to the kitchen and and grab a couple of glasses of water and some more meds for him.
When I walk back into the living room, he turns to look at me. He doesn't speak, just watches me as I make my way over to him, I put the glasses on the table and turn to him. "You need to take these." I tell him as I'm holding out the meds to him. "They are for the pain and to stop infection" I continue with a nod to his chest. He glances down at his hand over his gun shot wound and asks, "what? are you some kind of doctor?" His voice is a little harsh, telling me he needs a drink, so I offer him a glass too. He takes it and takes a sip while I sit myself down on the coffee table in front of him. "Yes I am. My names Dr. Finn Abel. I found you bleeding out against a dumpster last night. I will admit I almost left you there. I thought you was one of 'them' until I heard your mumbles for help. So I brought you home with me. credit to you by the way! You actually managed to run with me all the way to my apartment. I guess it takes more than a gun shot to stop you huh." I say with a half forced chuckle. He seems amused and chuckles with me before taking his meds one at a time, and I continue. "I got the bullet out from your chest. I won't ask how you was shot, I can only assume it was fighting with those things. But you made it through the night which is great, I'm glad for that, gives you a greater chance of pulling through." By the time I had finished he had put the glass on the table beside me and was shuffling to the edge of the sofa as if he was trying to stand. I stop him and gently push him back down. "No please, stay. You need to rest, and honestly given the hell that's going on out there I think this is the best place for you." He just looks at me, doesn't say anything but lays himself back against the cushions. I'll take that as he's happy to do this.
Turning from him, I pick up my glass and take a few sips. My head is swimming. So much has happened in the last 48 hours and with zero warning of it coming. Images from the hospital basement are dancing around my head, it's like flicking through an old movie. I see the blood dripping walls as if they are right in front of me again, the smells hits my nose like the elevator doors have just opened again. The screams are ringing in my ears, then those eyes. There they are again, burning through me to my soul....
My thoughts are jolted out of my as I suddenly remember I need to go look for Dazey. I tell my friend he needs to stay where he is and rest. I can only hope he listens to me, but if not that will be on him. I have bigger issues to worry about right now. Standing up I head for the door pause when I see the baseball bat I keep for security reasons. With a heavy sigh I pick it up because I know, I just know once I step out of this door I am going to be stepping back into hell.
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Finn day 3 - 1
All episodes can now be found on their own Flickr page located here: www.flickr.com/photos/200688024@N05/
Picture and story credit to Sofia Ayashi
My eyes flutter open to the sight of the sun barley seeping in through the windows. It must be just gone sunrise. It takes me a couple of seconds to get my barrings. A quick glance over my shoulder to my new friend still sleeping. I quietly and gently check his pulse, good he made it through the night, might be slow but he will recover, I'm 99% sure of it. With that I pull myself up to my feet and a sudden realization hits me, Dazey! Did she make it home? I quickly make my way to our bedroom to find the bed still not slept in. My heart sinks in my chest to the pit of my stomach. I can't shake the feeling that something happened to her out there in that hell show. I need to go find her. I need to know. But first I need to wash up and get something to drink.
I head into the bathroom and stand in front of the sink for a few minutes. Just looking at the man staring back at me. I hardly recognize this person. His eyes are puffed and red, he looks so tired. Tears are forming and slowly running down his cheeks. He looks stressed and worried out of his mind. With a shake of my head I reach for the tap and turn on the hot water, putting the plug into the hole I wait a few moments for the sink to fill before I sink my hands into the water. It feels amazing as it's warmth covers my hands. Cupping it up and bringing my hands to my face, brushing my hands over my cheeks and through my beard a few times, before looking back at myself in the mirror. He looks a little better now, still stressed and worried, but at least his eyes don't look so bad anymore.
Once I've cleaned up, I make my way back through the bedroom. Taking a second to glance at the bed one last time to triple check my wife still isn't there. My heart sinks again and I make my way back out of the bedroom, back to the living room where I had left my sleeping friend. Only now he is sat up on the sofa looking dazed and confused. Before I say anything I head to the kitchen and and grab a couple of glasses of water and some more meds for him.
When I walk back into the living room, he turns to look at me. He doesn't speak, just watches me as I make my way over to him, I put the glasses on the table and turn to him. "You need to take these." I tell him as I'm holding out the meds to him. "They are for the pain and to stop infection" I continue with a nod to his chest. He glances down at his hand over his gun shot wound and asks, "what? are you some kind of doctor?" His voice is a little harsh, telling me he needs a drink, so I offer him a glass too. He takes it and takes a sip while I sit myself down on the coffee table in front of him. "Yes I am. My names Dr. Finn Abel. I found you bleeding out against a dumpster last night. I will admit I almost left you there. I thought you was one of 'them' until I heard your mumbles for help. So I brought you home with me. credit to you by the way! You actually managed to run with me all the way to my apartment. I guess it takes more than a gun shot to stop you huh." I say with a half forced chuckle. He seems amused and chuckles with me before taking his meds one at a time, and I continue. "I got the bullet out from your chest. I won't ask how you was shot, I can only assume it was fighting with those things. But you made it through the night which is great, I'm glad for that, gives you a greater chance of pulling through." By the time I had finished he had put the glass on the table beside me and was shuffling to the edge of the sofa as if he was trying to stand. I stop him and gently push him back down. "No please, stay. You need to rest, and honestly given the hell that's going on out there I think this is the best place for you." He just looks at me, doesn't say anything but lays himself back against the cushions. I'll take that as he's happy to do this.
Turning from him, I pick up my glass and take a few sips. My head is swimming. So much has happened in the last 48 hours and with zero warning of it coming. Images from the hospital basement are dancing around my head, it's like flicking through an old movie. I see the blood dripping walls as if they are right in front of me again, the smells hits my nose like the elevator doors have just opened again. The screams are ringing in my ears, then those eyes. There they are again, burning through me to my soul....
My thoughts are jolted out of my as I suddenly remember I need to go look for Dazey. I tell my friend he needs to stay where he is and rest. I can only hope he listens to me, but if not that will be on him. I have bigger issues to worry about right now. Standing up I head for the door pause when I see the baseball bat I keep for security reasons. With a heavy sigh I pick it up because I know, I just know once I step out of this door I am going to be stepping back into hell.
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