Lams stories

Chapter 14

Tw: shooting, night terrors, blood, injury detail

(And yeah I'm not being historically accurate when i made Martha older than John but deal with it)

He locked eyes with John, the sea of rage swam through them as he raised his gun. Next thing I know there's a boiling, deep impact in my chest. It pierces through leaving the blood to leak and drip down my back. I feel my breath stop and my chest tighten. My breathing became laboured and. The pain spread like wildfire. It burned through every part of my being as I fell back. I find myself gasping for air. Like a poison was filling my lungs and suffocating me. My head pounded with every breath. My hand shook with every move. My heart burned with every word I whispered as I felt tears scorn my face when they dripped from my eyes. My vision blurred. The beauty I'd seen before me began to warp and change drastically. A clear image turned to millions of dots, they grew larger obscuring my view until they were all I could see. I felt my eyes gently close, my head filled with mind twisting visions until they faded into a gracefully haunting black. I felt a slowing in my heart, I heard it in my ears and felt it in my throat. My consciousness faded leaving me limp. My hearing faded for minutes until what I could hear was muddled nonsense and then I stopped.

Alexander awoke sweating and panting. The sweat burned the scars from surgery on his chest when he sat up. He winced in pain and agony. 

He took a deep breath as he turned over to return to his slumber. Hoping it would be more calming. But with every twist and turn he knew there was no point. He slowly arose and frantically searched for his laptop. 

He opened a document and the began to type furiously. 

He wrote until his bones ached, until, the first ray of sun shone through the curtain. 

He checked the time to realise it was 6am. With a sigh filled with a visible tiredness he took his medication and went to shower.

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He ran a hand threw his matted hair as he stumbled downstairs holding his bag in his hand, he poured himself coffee after coffee as he stared at his laptop, once again studying.

"Alexandre?"

"Morning Laf"

"What are doing up at 7 am?"

"Waiting to go to school?"

"Mon Ami, it's Saturday"

"Son of a bitch"

"Are you studying?"

"Yeah I lost a little time yesterday. 

"When you were stopped from working yourself to death?"

"When you say it like that"

"Non, put away ze computer, we're going to watch Prettywoman"

"Fine"

"You look like you haven't slept"

"Insomnia strikes again!"

"Dear god, wait Alex is that coffee?"

"No?"

"Gimme that"

"What's wrong with coffee?"

"Alex you are already short, are you trying to be a munchkin from Ze wizard of oz"

"What"

He replied laughing softly

"Is this your first cup of coffee?"

"I've had 2 coffees this is my third, and I had some red bull"

"How much redbull"

"Not a lot, only like 5"