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priscaTitle: Blinded
Characters: Mr. Smith, Theo
Prompt: blinded
Words: 458
Finished: 07.02.2020
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Theo startled out of her sleep, blurred memories in her mind, horrible pictures, unbearable pain. Panicked she tried to sit up when a gentle hand on her shoulder stopped her. „It's okay, you are safe,“ a voice murmured, she could identify as Smith's. „You are at the hospital ward of the Mountain.“
„What's going on,“ she murmured, trying hard to sort out her situation. „I cannot see. I cannot see!“
„Don't!“ Someone, Smith? grabbed for her hand, when she tried to reach out for her eyes. „There is a bandage around your eyes.“
A bandage? A sudden pain made her cringe, a glowing knife right in front of her face, she could feel the heat radiating from it. Coughing she struggled against the hard grip. „No, no! Let me go! You fucker, don't you dare to touch me.“
„Smith, do you need help?“ Another voice, female, worried. A familiar voice. Erin? Erin! But what was she doing here? She was at the Mountain, not in Hillsdale.
„No, it's okay. Just give her some time to acclimatize. She's still under shock.“
„Fuck! Smith?! Talk with me! What the hell is going on?“ Theo felt gentle hands, helping her sit up, and a glass at her lips. „Take a sip, you have to be thirsty.“
The water was cold, but she sipped eagerly. Finally, she sank back, licking her dry lips. Forced herself to breathe. In, out. In, out. And once more. She was not lying on the ground anymore, helplessly bound, surrounded by a group of skinheads. There was a comfortable bed. And there was Smith; she could smell him, she could feel him. She couldn't see him! The panic rose again.
„They... they blinded me,“ she whispered. The realization made her feel helpless like never before. She had been twelve years old when she saw her parents dying because of the Big Death. Desperate, alone, but strong enough to survive. For fifteen years. Now... this was the end. For the rest of her life being reliant on someone else, because she would never be able to see again... no, she knew that she wouldn't endure this. „Why did you save me,“ she asked, her voice croaky.“Would have been more merciful to let me die.“
Smith's hand on her shoulder again. „It was not your time to go,“ he said, and she felt hate racing up. She had never given much on his mysterious prophecies, and this was not the moment to start with it. Not after all that had happened to her today. „God says, that one day you will be able to see again.“
She stiffened, gasped, finally she started to sob uncontrollably. "Thank you, thank you," she gasped. "Oh God, thank you!" And Smith held her in his arms.
Characters: Mr. Smith, Theo
Prompt: blinded
Words: 458
Finished: 07.02.2020
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Theo startled out of her sleep, blurred memories in her mind, horrible pictures, unbearable pain. Panicked she tried to sit up when a gentle hand on her shoulder stopped her. „It's okay, you are safe,“ a voice murmured, she could identify as Smith's. „You are at the hospital ward of the Mountain.“
„What's going on,“ she murmured, trying hard to sort out her situation. „I cannot see. I cannot see!“
„Don't!“ Someone, Smith? grabbed for her hand, when she tried to reach out for her eyes. „There is a bandage around your eyes.“
A bandage? A sudden pain made her cringe, a glowing knife right in front of her face, she could feel the heat radiating from it. Coughing she struggled against the hard grip. „No, no! Let me go! You fucker, don't you dare to touch me.“
„Smith, do you need help?“ Another voice, female, worried. A familiar voice. Erin? Erin! But what was she doing here? She was at the Mountain, not in Hillsdale.
„No, it's okay. Just give her some time to acclimatize. She's still under shock.“
„Fuck! Smith?! Talk with me! What the hell is going on?“ Theo felt gentle hands, helping her sit up, and a glass at her lips. „Take a sip, you have to be thirsty.“
The water was cold, but she sipped eagerly. Finally, she sank back, licking her dry lips. Forced herself to breathe. In, out. In, out. And once more. She was not lying on the ground anymore, helplessly bound, surrounded by a group of skinheads. There was a comfortable bed. And there was Smith; she could smell him, she could feel him. She couldn't see him! The panic rose again.
„They... they blinded me,“ she whispered. The realization made her feel helpless like never before. She had been twelve years old when she saw her parents dying because of the Big Death. Desperate, alone, but strong enough to survive. For fifteen years. Now... this was the end. For the rest of her life being reliant on someone else, because she would never be able to see again... no, she knew that she wouldn't endure this. „Why did you save me,“ she asked, her voice croaky.“Would have been more merciful to let me die.“
Smith's hand on her shoulder again. „It was not your time to go,“ he said, and she felt hate racing up. She had never given much on his mysterious prophecies, and this was not the moment to start with it. Not after all that had happened to her today. „God says, that one day you will be able to see again.“
She stiffened, gasped, finally she started to sob uncontrollably. "Thank you, thank you," she gasped. "Oh God, thank you!" And Smith held her in his arms.