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Tomorrow
Posted By: A Halo Fan...natic<mikeandrewp@gmail.com>
Date: 2 July 2009, 7:21 am
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They said I was slipping. Losing my touch. Bastards. See how much I've "slipped" when I...
Someone at the door. Keys, lock, locks and keys and dungeons and castles and ghosts and--STOP. Knock knock, who's there, yes sir, ma'am, no sir no no NO.
People carrying me down a hallway, looking at me, looking looking. "Why did you do it?" they ask, why why, who knows why? "Why did your kill this man?"
No! I won't tell you anything! Daniel Farmer, Specialist, serial number 4583-544-3266, Daniel Farmer, Specialist, serial number 4583--
... 583-9225... brrriiiing... brrriiiing
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Private Vorstead?"
"No, let me go get her... Hello? Vorstead speaking."
"Hi, this is Specialist Farmer, I met you at social night last night..."
"Oh yes, Mr. Hotshot. Going to bore me with all your gun talk?"
"Well, you know they can be really interesting. I can show you one of my favorites if you'd like."
"Oh really? Is that an invitation?"
"It could be."
"... Alright. Meet me at the hangar at oh-one-hundred sharp."
"Make it two and we can talk."
"Sounds good. I'll see you then."
"See ya'."
Oh god oh god oh god the fire and the tree and the guns and--
NO.
I can't take this anymore I want out I want out--
"I want out of this god damn hospital room, you hear me? I've had enough of being poked with needles every five minutes."
She looks down and she's pretty but not like Kate, oh no, but pretty and she's looking at me. "I'm sorry Specialist, but you're just going to have to deal with it for a few more days. The infection may be visibly gone, but we can't risk it coming back."
Fucking doctors and nurses and doctors and she reaches down and touches me oh god oh god I had to I fucking had to I couldn't let her hurt Kate like that and the scream, her falling, shouts shouts her blouse ripped oh Kate I love you--
Jack watched the looney squirm around on the floor like an animal, whimpering, and felt a wave of disgust overpower him. Why was he always picked for these shit jobs? He double checked that the straitjacket was properly tightened, then picked the man up by his armpit. The man convulsed with a strength that would have been surprising if Jack hadn't been working at the asylum for two years now. He grabbed the inmate by his hair and restrained him, but there was a smell... Had the little shit pissed himself?
A sudden pain in his left arm and he cried out and let go. The little bastard bit him! He spun in anger at the prone form and kicked it in the head, again and again...
The concussions pounding me like fists and the pain, oh god pain pain pain like nothing else and the rifle falling out of my arms and I'm hit, oh Christ, but Kate is dragging me back oh Kate I love you like all there is and then the blood oh Christ and the pain...
Doctor Reynolds glanced over the form on his operating table. "What's wrong with this one?"
"He pissed off one of the guards and got kicked half to death. Multiple blunt trauma to the head, abrasions on his face and right side, broken left tibia, complex fracture, lord knows how that happened, plus judging by the smell and his medical record he's got a bacterial infection in an old burn wound on his left hip. Looks like we've got a long day."
Reynolds smiled at the nurse. Olivia was a good girl, and she was skilled both at the operating table and in bed. He sneaked a quick peck on her lips, indifferent to the cameras, and she pouted playfully.
"Well, let's get this over with. I'll start with the head wound, but go get the antibiotics ready too. Judging by the depth of this... He's got a fractured cranium, bone matter driven inside the skull... We may have to excise some brain tissue, but he won't need it..."
Captain Harper staring me in the face, fucking lying... fucking evil bastard. Telling me to forget Kate, grow up grow up, you fucking grow up. They didn't wand me at the entrance, oh no, you slipped up Captain, and you'll pay for it and I take the pistol out of my pocket and fire fire fire...
Fire burning... The tree's on fire! They must have spotted us, or maybe it's just a Grunt with bad aim but no time gotta get down... Lee falling, the branch broke, I drop after him but he's dead broken neck and I scream and PAIN oh god pain pain pain like nothing else and the rifle falling out of my arms and I'm hit, oh Christ, but Kate is dragging me back oh Kate--
"... We find the accused not guilty by reason of insanity... sentenced to life in a psychiatric institution..."
I was the best, the best the best, One Shot Dan they called me or was that a movie I saw the branch falling and Lee, best spotter I ever had, and the times and the girls we shared and then KATE oh Kate falling her chest gone gone gone and the blood, her blood on me and everyone dying before they came and ratta-tatta-tatta and made the bad things go away and it hurt, it hurt so bad...
"We're losing him!"
"Heart rate dropping, twenty five bee pee em, alpha wave activity erratic--"
"I need an epi drip here, stat! And get the defib ready in case he stops. Fucking cunt ruining my day... Where's that epinephrine, dammit? Fuck, I need a suture..."
"I can't do everything at once!"
"Then get some more fucking nurses in here!"
"They're all busy--"
"Shit!"
"Will you marry me?"
Tricky question, have to think about that one. Can't say yes, don't really want to, not yet at least, but if I say no I lose her... "Some day."
"That's all you fucking ever say! 'Some day'! Why can't you commit?"
Shit. "Listen baby, I--"
"Don't baby me! All you do is make promises, but you never keep them--"
"Listen Katie, I--"
"And don't call me Katie! My name is Kate! Got it?"
"Listen, we have one more deployment before our time is up. When we get back, I will marry you. I promise. That's one thing you can count on. As soon as this shit is over it's you and me, and a honeymoon on Caribbea. How's that sound?"
"Bullshit."
"Tempting bullshit though, right? Laying on the beach, listening to the waves..."
"Yeah... Ow! Hey, stop that!" and she's giggling I love her giggle and her laugh and everything about her oh so beautiful and caring and she's falling down and falling
Falling in love with her, yes I am. One night on the hammock behind the hangar and I already can't stop thinking about her, oh lord, I have the worst timing, falling in love with a girl I barely know... next thing she'll be asking me to marry her, or I'll be asking her! I am one dumb sonuva bitch.
"Heart rate fifteen and dropping, we're gonna lose him!"
The doctor threw off his mask. "Let him die! He'll be a vegetable anyway!"
"But Doctor Reynolds, we shouldn't..."
"Fuck him. Go get some sodium thiopental and Pavulon."
"Yes sir..."
The last night before our final deployment, me and her, the other guys in the barracks were nice enough to leave for a couple hours, but they're still listening at the door that's alright... next to each other in the bunk feeling her breathing, her skin warm against mine... almost like I'm floating away... happiest I've ever felt... I'll see you tomorrow babe, when the sun comes up... tomorrow...
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