Snippet #2395218

As Zac started moving his toes in his fresh pair of socks his lovely nurse was heading towards him. He wasn't worried about being forgotten about. He knew he wasn't going to die of blood loss. No, his two biggest concerns about the wound was either it was going to get infected or he could get blood poisoning. That's not counting the fact his bloody arm smelled like turkey dinner on Thanksgiving to those things.

"How you holding up?" Alex asked getting close to him. It was a difficult question, instead of the searing stabbing pain he was expecting his arm to experience; he got a dull ache pain that just kept reminding himself that he was badly hurt and he should stop moving and let it heal. Before he could answer her she popped out, "Mind if I have a look?" He nodded and prepared himself for the terrible pain from taking off a bandage.

Once again Zac couldn't bear looking at his cut. He knew that if he looked at it, it would feel a whole lot worse. Instead of focusing on his wound he decided that he would concentrate on her. He saw the subtle differences from when she's concentrating and when she isn't. When she took off the bandage Zac couldn't stay completely quiet. Some of the blood had dried on the fabric and on his cut. So when she took it off; his arm hair, the edges of the cut, and some skin patches came with it. He let out a tiny whimper. Today was not going his way.

"How'd this happen, anyways?" She asked looked at his wound.

"Honestly, I don't remember. The last thing I remember before the crash was the moment I knew we were crashing. All I could think was fuck over and over again. Then the next thing I knew two people were on top of me and my right arm was wedged under something. Even that part is still fuzzy. Anyway, long story short, I push the dead guy off of me with my bad arm and got my arm free and proceeded to jump out of the car and get patched up by the coolest person here." He said as he smiled.

Almost as soon as he finished she told him she would be back and keep his arm elevated. He silently agreed and held his hand horizontal and facing up. He forced himself not to look at it. A few moments later he thought he heard somebody call out. Then again, and finally he heard Jenifer. As soon as he heard her voice he almost considered not even acknowledging her. Then he realized that Sarge went back for her. He couldn't leave him out to die, her on the other hand well... Zac looked around and tried to discover the location of the sound. He decided to inch his way to the ledge of the loft.

"Sarge is that you?" He didn't exactly yell it, but he really didn't whisper it either.