Post by HOLLY SALAZAR on Sept 7, 2016 22:39:08 GMT -6
Fighting for air, I’ll fight to survive
My soul’s not for sale I won’t pay the price
I feel it in my bones and everything I know
It’s underneath my skin but I won’t let go
i will protect you from all around you
My soul’s not for sale I won’t pay the price
I feel it in my bones and everything I know
It’s underneath my skin but I won’t let go
i will protect you from all around you
they all knew she wasn’t sick – not physically anyway. yet killian had shelled out plenty of his own personal profits from the band in order to keep her hooked up to the expensive hospital machines. holly wasn’t just an ex-wife to him(one he never actually loved romantically) but one of his closest friends. not only that, but she had meant so much to the group as well. the charismatic, lazy blonde had been there for each of them in some form or another. it was only fair that he be there for her as well. and so, despite his better judgement and the critical words of others, ian keep her on the life support that fed her comatose.
doctors failed to figure out what was wrong with the swedish girl. her body had slipped away into a snow-white-like slumber and it’d been two months since her eyelids had lifted. now, they were as heavy and lifeless as the rest of her. even throughout all the testing, medical professionals declared her case a mystery. holly's brainwaves were active and normal. in fact, they were as regular as a person thinking and moving around as if they were awake…contrary to what they expected to see of someone in a deep sleep. her heart beat on steady without any arrhythmia the only apparent indication that she was alive at all was the slow rise and fall of her chest and the steady beeping of a heart monitor at the left of her hospital bed. surely the others had to have known what was happening to her…at least those with insight into the realms beyond the ones they physically stood in. she wasn’t in a coma because of a traumatic accident to herself but rather, one that happened to a close friend of hers.
dimitria's death hit her hard. surely it did for the entire friend basis. it added some strife between them, particularly as it exposed killian and lochlan’s operation to those who were entirely unaware. but the screams of august were barely overheard as blood pounded in her ears. she crumbled to the ground of the broken remains of ravenous, begging for gus and april to bring tria back. time from that point forward had stopped; everything else was a blur. at some point august had picked her up off the floor, cradling her in his arms as he took her home to recoup. she’d been offered a shower and tucked away in bed, but she couldn’t remember doing any of those things. for three days the charade of her friends taking care of her continued…until the fourth day. it was then that she was found unconscious.
holly wasn’t dead, even though she felt like a part of her soul had been crushed. without truly meaning to, she escaped to the world of astral projection, a realm that ran parallel to the one her body lived in. it was odd, like some sort of middle threshold she couldn’t escape. she merely wandered day in and day out, in a daze without necessarily knowing what was going on. generally when she projected, it was to a place, person, or time that was pertinent to her life. here, it was different. it was cloudy and gray and while it seemed like a place that wasn’t all that happy, it was a place of peace for her here. she had no memory of dimitria’s death or the trauma that put her here. instead, she was alone with her thoughts, bland and safe. occasionally she could catch the voice of april or august, as if they were trying to communicate with her…but it was often so faint, she dismissed it as a figment of her imagination. she had no idea what had put her there or why but in her heart, she knew something bad must have happened. in that case, she was in no hurry to return to consciousness.
”poor thing.” the nurse muttered under her breath as she adjusted holly’s body to prevent sores, checking her vitals at the same time. ”they’d let you go if they knew what was good for your soul.” little did she know that holly was so much more of a fighter than the doctors realized.
doctors failed to figure out what was wrong with the swedish girl. her body had slipped away into a snow-white-like slumber and it’d been two months since her eyelids had lifted. now, they were as heavy and lifeless as the rest of her. even throughout all the testing, medical professionals declared her case a mystery. holly's brainwaves were active and normal. in fact, they were as regular as a person thinking and moving around as if they were awake…contrary to what they expected to see of someone in a deep sleep. her heart beat on steady without any arrhythmia the only apparent indication that she was alive at all was the slow rise and fall of her chest and the steady beeping of a heart monitor at the left of her hospital bed. surely the others had to have known what was happening to her…at least those with insight into the realms beyond the ones they physically stood in. she wasn’t in a coma because of a traumatic accident to herself but rather, one that happened to a close friend of hers.
dimitria's death hit her hard. surely it did for the entire friend basis. it added some strife between them, particularly as it exposed killian and lochlan’s operation to those who were entirely unaware. but the screams of august were barely overheard as blood pounded in her ears. she crumbled to the ground of the broken remains of ravenous, begging for gus and april to bring tria back. time from that point forward had stopped; everything else was a blur. at some point august had picked her up off the floor, cradling her in his arms as he took her home to recoup. she’d been offered a shower and tucked away in bed, but she couldn’t remember doing any of those things. for three days the charade of her friends taking care of her continued…until the fourth day. it was then that she was found unconscious.
holly wasn’t dead, even though she felt like a part of her soul had been crushed. without truly meaning to, she escaped to the world of astral projection, a realm that ran parallel to the one her body lived in. it was odd, like some sort of middle threshold she couldn’t escape. she merely wandered day in and day out, in a daze without necessarily knowing what was going on. generally when she projected, it was to a place, person, or time that was pertinent to her life. here, it was different. it was cloudy and gray and while it seemed like a place that wasn’t all that happy, it was a place of peace for her here. she had no memory of dimitria’s death or the trauma that put her here. instead, she was alone with her thoughts, bland and safe. occasionally she could catch the voice of april or august, as if they were trying to communicate with her…but it was often so faint, she dismissed it as a figment of her imagination. she had no idea what had put her there or why but in her heart, she knew something bad must have happened. in that case, she was in no hurry to return to consciousness.
”poor thing.” the nurse muttered under her breath as she adjusted holly’s body to prevent sores, checking her vitals at the same time. ”they’d let you go if they knew what was good for your soul.” little did she know that holly was so much more of a fighter than the doctors realized.
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