Stuck
Title: Stuck
Pairings: N/A
Appropriate Ratings: urhm… PG13? I’m not good with this rating thing.
Warnings: Medical situations
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: What Cordy was thinking while in hospital
Word Count: 379 (As per MS Word Count)
Beta: Tamakin84, any errors are mine and mine alone.
X-posted to: perverted_pages, indigo_crypt, btvsatsdotcom and My IJ
Flashes. Images superimposed on others, sounds fighting for dominance inside her skull as innocents screamed their final breaths before death took them. She whimpered, she knew she whimpered, inside her head she was screaming for the pain to stop, for those poor innocents to be saved, to get out of her state and go out and FIGHT dammit!
She tried to pull her hands over her ears as she stared into the distance, stuck in her own mind, but couldn’t. Leather straps encircled each wrist and ankle, keeping her from running away, from hurting herself, from hurting others… but they were real. They were where she really was, so that meant where she thought she was wasn’t real. She just had to get back to where those straps are holding her down. Get back, demand Angel get her out of the psych ward, and go out and fight the evil that was constantly being unleashed, on every corner of the globe, and sometimes other places too.
Once more she was lost to the visions that the horrid demon had forced her to experience, opening all the doors inside her mind, unleashing the floodgates and leaving her stuck in the world of her mind and not the world she was really in.
She pulled again, once more anchoring herself in the real world, and once more the visions swept her away, dragging her to experience horrors beyond counting, if she could just stay where the leather was, then she’d be okay, she just had to…
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Angel watched her on the bed, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. He saw her twitch her hands now and again, but her eyes stayed cloudy, unseeing. Every whimper that left her anger and fear constricted throat tore at him.
He reached over and held her hand for a moment and leapt back like someone had tossed scalding water on him when she started to scream again. The nurses hurried in, and glared at him, commanding him to leave the room so they could attend her.
He left, feeling lost, and so so angry… he’d get whatever had done this to his Cordelia, he’d find the beast, make it make Cordy herself again, and then kill it slowly. It was the least he could do.
Pairings: N/A
Appropriate Ratings: urhm… PG13? I’m not good with this rating thing.
Warnings: Medical situations
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: What Cordy was thinking while in hospital
Word Count: 379 (As per MS Word Count)
Beta: Tamakin84, any errors are mine and mine alone.
X-posted to: perverted_pages, indigo_crypt, btvsatsdotcom and My IJ
Flashes. Images superimposed on others, sounds fighting for dominance inside her skull as innocents screamed their final breaths before death took them. She whimpered, she knew she whimpered, inside her head she was screaming for the pain to stop, for those poor innocents to be saved, to get out of her state and go out and FIGHT dammit!
She tried to pull her hands over her ears as she stared into the distance, stuck in her own mind, but couldn’t. Leather straps encircled each wrist and ankle, keeping her from running away, from hurting herself, from hurting others… but they were real. They were where she really was, so that meant where she thought she was wasn’t real. She just had to get back to where those straps are holding her down. Get back, demand Angel get her out of the psych ward, and go out and fight the evil that was constantly being unleashed, on every corner of the globe, and sometimes other places too.
Once more she was lost to the visions that the horrid demon had forced her to experience, opening all the doors inside her mind, unleashing the floodgates and leaving her stuck in the world of her mind and not the world she was really in.
She pulled again, once more anchoring herself in the real world, and once more the visions swept her away, dragging her to experience horrors beyond counting, if she could just stay where the leather was, then she’d be okay, she just had to…
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Angel watched her on the bed, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. He saw her twitch her hands now and again, but her eyes stayed cloudy, unseeing. Every whimper that left her anger and fear constricted throat tore at him.
He reached over and held her hand for a moment and leapt back like someone had tossed scalding water on him when she started to scream again. The nurses hurried in, and glared at him, commanding him to leave the room so they could attend her.
He left, feeling lost, and so so angry… he’d get whatever had done this to his Cordelia, he’d find the beast, make it make Cordy herself again, and then kill it slowly. It was the least he could do.