Catastrophic Bliss

[Braeden Quinn]

Breaden opened her eyes slowly and sucked in a deep breath. She felt slightly out of breath, as if there had not been O2 in here long, and she was still trying to catch it. Everything hurt. Her lungs burned, and her head pounded but she forced her eyes took around. The lights were on but dim, and there was a burned smell to things around her. What was burning? Her training kicked in and she turned her head, trying to seek out a sign that something was wrong but she couldn't find anything. She was aware of every muscle in her body, as they protested her attempt to roll over, and groaned as she forced herself to sit up on hr knees. The smell was old. She could tell now that her brain was able to think thru the fog. "Hello?" She called out, trying to see if there was anyone near here. What had been happening? Things were fuzzy. She was on patrol, and something was wrong. They had called everyone to report in for double time shifts since the U-Day bomb, and she had been looking for information. Then nothing. She didn't know what happened. She looked down the hall and noticed there was parts of the ark blocking her. Looking the other way she noticed that it was blocked as well and--"Jax?!" She yelled when she noticed his body there not far from it. She pushed up to stand, and stumbled her first few steps before she was able to move toward him. Dropping to her knees beside him she noticed he was breathing, and seemed to be moving slowly. Waking up from whatever had not only knocked them both out, but left them stranded here. She could see a doorway, but she knew it was only to an office. "Jax!?" She said his name loud, trying to help bring him out of things. They needed to find a way out of here.

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Jax groaned as he felt that all consuming feeling of darkness start to flicker with some light. He couldn't recall the recent events of what had landed him here. All he knew was that it hurt like hell. He turned his head a little, hearing an all too familiar voice say his name. Well, at least he remembered what his name was. His lack of memory was just due to the initial trauma. Wasn't like he had any amnesia or anything thank goodness. Jax hazily started to open his eyes, his vision blurry and his gaze unfocused which was more evident than he had any control over. He could make out the figure though. It wasn't that hard. It was very distinct as was that voice. She was alive, she was talking, moving, thus breathing.

Good. That was definitely good. "If I'm dead this is probably hell." He was joking . . . at her expense. But it was at least a sign that he was alright. Or at least would be. Cringing a little he attempted to hit up, though his head felt heavier than an anvil. Not that he had ever lifted one. He just knew about them . . . and how they were heavy! "What the hell happened?" He asked, moving a hand to his head as if that would help stop the pounding. "Wait, I have a better question. Do you have anything for a headache?" Because his head hurt! It was more than just a headache, but it would be handy if she had something on her. So his question -- his second question -- was really only half a joke. He was well aware that it wasn't priority right now, but it couldn't hurt to have it.

Tag: Braeden Quinn