Post by Torture on Feb 27, 2006 4:20:02 GMT -5
- It's dark. Dark as shit. Pure darkness.
- A blurry pyrex of a first person point of view is shown, a loud beep is heard. Lights are straight up. As if you're in a very well lit room. As quick as the blurry pyrex was shown. It's gone. Like a finger snap.
- Another one is shown. And another. About five of them. Before the room is completely shown. Lit up. We now pick up looking at Torture laying in a hospital bed. Huge bandage across his forehead. IV's hooked up through his nose. His whole body a pool of sweat. One window which is shouting a moon, a moon that is so full, if it were made of bullshit, you'd smell Kurtis Victory from a mile away.
- Loud muffled coughs spray out through the room like the latest metallica album. Loud and clear. Torture raises his right arm, takes the IV's out of his nose, and throws down the metal pole, holding the bags. It crashes to the floor. Torture rolls out of the bed, and smashes to the floor below. A nurse runs in.
Nurse: I NEED ASSISTANCE!
- Torture squirms around on the floor, as the Nurse runs to his side. Trying to sit him up. Two more nurses come rushing into the room, to help Torture stand up. The Tort as we know, screams in pain, but his mouth is wired shut due to the chair shots to the jaw. The nurses all help Torture back to his bed. They lay him down. Torture grabs one of the nurses' arms, she screams, as another nurse is yelling for Torture to calm down and let go. His face is turning red from the rage, and pain within his body. A doctor comes rushing in to join the weird party that is unfolding.
- Another nurse stands the IV pole up, and tries to slide the end of the IVs back in Torture's nose. The doctor slides in some pills into the side of his mouth, which is just opened enough for pills or a straw. Torture starts calming down. Actually he goes totally numb. Nurses start to catch their breaths. The doctor looks at his clip board.
Nurse: He has family, right? Everyone has family?
Doctor: Well.. I've known Torture for a few years. He doesn't have much family left. He buried his mother 4 years ago. He was the only child, and he has no connections to his father. For all he knows, his father doesn't even know Torture. All thats left for Torture is his wife, and step-son. I left a voicemail... on.... it says here, the office phone. So, they'll probably get the message in the morning.
Nurse: Well, those quick-ease gel caps should work for now. He came out of his major concussion. His face looks good in the six hours it's been on ice. The excess blood from his forehead was just too much, caused his brain to sweat just a bit. Torture has a lot of strength, Doctor. He came out of it. He should be okay now. Just has to be here for a while. Let us check up on him. Hopefully his family gets here quick. We can't handle him waking up in this room again. You can just tell he's too uncomfortable with it.
Doctor: I understand. I'll try to get a few shots in him within the next hour or so. Hopefully he won't wake up until morning. Hopefully. I'll keep the other Doctor on call in this wing of the hospital. Beep me for anything else on him. Like I said, I've known for years. I want to know everything that goes down in here.
Nurse: Yes Doctor.
- The Doctor leaves the room, hanging the clipboard back onto the wall just outside of the room. Nurses clean Tortures face up, from all his sweat, and the mess he made from when he flipped out. The nurses leave, one by one, after each one of them is done doing a duty around the room. The last nurse leaves.
- Torture just lays in the bed. Motionless. Just for his chest. It moves up and down. Very slowly. A machine is beeping again. IV's inside of Tortures nose. Mouth wired shut. Pool of sweat. The full moon just shines in through the small window. Scene fades out. Darkness. Except for the moon, it's darkness. Dark. Dark as shit.
- A blurry pyrex of a first person point of view is shown, a loud beep is heard. Lights are straight up. As if you're in a very well lit room. As quick as the blurry pyrex was shown. It's gone. Like a finger snap.
- Another one is shown. And another. About five of them. Before the room is completely shown. Lit up. We now pick up looking at Torture laying in a hospital bed. Huge bandage across his forehead. IV's hooked up through his nose. His whole body a pool of sweat. One window which is shouting a moon, a moon that is so full, if it were made of bullshit, you'd smell Kurtis Victory from a mile away.
- Loud muffled coughs spray out through the room like the latest metallica album. Loud and clear. Torture raises his right arm, takes the IV's out of his nose, and throws down the metal pole, holding the bags. It crashes to the floor. Torture rolls out of the bed, and smashes to the floor below. A nurse runs in.
Nurse: I NEED ASSISTANCE!
- Torture squirms around on the floor, as the Nurse runs to his side. Trying to sit him up. Two more nurses come rushing into the room, to help Torture stand up. The Tort as we know, screams in pain, but his mouth is wired shut due to the chair shots to the jaw. The nurses all help Torture back to his bed. They lay him down. Torture grabs one of the nurses' arms, she screams, as another nurse is yelling for Torture to calm down and let go. His face is turning red from the rage, and pain within his body. A doctor comes rushing in to join the weird party that is unfolding.
- Another nurse stands the IV pole up, and tries to slide the end of the IVs back in Torture's nose. The doctor slides in some pills into the side of his mouth, which is just opened enough for pills or a straw. Torture starts calming down. Actually he goes totally numb. Nurses start to catch their breaths. The doctor looks at his clip board.
Nurse: He has family, right? Everyone has family?
Doctor: Well.. I've known Torture for a few years. He doesn't have much family left. He buried his mother 4 years ago. He was the only child, and he has no connections to his father. For all he knows, his father doesn't even know Torture. All thats left for Torture is his wife, and step-son. I left a voicemail... on.... it says here, the office phone. So, they'll probably get the message in the morning.
Nurse: Well, those quick-ease gel caps should work for now. He came out of his major concussion. His face looks good in the six hours it's been on ice. The excess blood from his forehead was just too much, caused his brain to sweat just a bit. Torture has a lot of strength, Doctor. He came out of it. He should be okay now. Just has to be here for a while. Let us check up on him. Hopefully his family gets here quick. We can't handle him waking up in this room again. You can just tell he's too uncomfortable with it.
Doctor: I understand. I'll try to get a few shots in him within the next hour or so. Hopefully he won't wake up until morning. Hopefully. I'll keep the other Doctor on call in this wing of the hospital. Beep me for anything else on him. Like I said, I've known for years. I want to know everything that goes down in here.
Nurse: Yes Doctor.
- The Doctor leaves the room, hanging the clipboard back onto the wall just outside of the room. Nurses clean Tortures face up, from all his sweat, and the mess he made from when he flipped out. The nurses leave, one by one, after each one of them is done doing a duty around the room. The last nurse leaves.
- Torture just lays in the bed. Motionless. Just for his chest. It moves up and down. Very slowly. A machine is beeping again. IV's inside of Tortures nose. Mouth wired shut. Pool of sweat. The full moon just shines in through the small window. Scene fades out. Darkness. Except for the moon, it's darkness. Dark. Dark as shit.