Misunderstood Control

Fear is control

   Eventually she reached her destination with thriving pain shooting throughout her whole body. The operating room. It was her only chance at getting this glass out, even though she knew it was a huge risk. She took a glance at each of the tools, and gathered the ones she thought she had needed. First, she jabbed one of the hook shaped tools into her skin where the glass was. It stung and hurt like hell, tears flooding her eyes. Grunting and pushing it deeper, she turned the hook to grab onto the bottom of the glass while pushing upward out of her shoulder. She let out the most blood-curdling screams she had ever witnessed, the pain coursing through her whole body. Blood spurt out onto the white walls, making loralie yell even more. Nikki stared at loralie lovingly. Time felt like it slowed down. Nikki reminded loralie of Theodore, and for a split second she smiled. Turning back, she realized the glass was almost out of her shoulder. Slowly removing it with her hand, it came out in one piece. Loralie set it on the table next to her. The T-shirt she was wearing was soaked with the red liquid, still pouring out of her. She desperately looked for a towel, but nothing. Grabbing the box of eye patches, loralie called for Nikki to follow her as they ran back to their base. Grabbing a sheet as they got there, loralie drew the pocket knife she had, cutting the sheet. Loralie formed herself a sleeve to stop the bleeding. Her tears soon ran out, her face still stinging. She wanted to cry more but she had no tears left, making her more frustrated and wanting to cry even more. She couldn’t use the boxes, not again. Suddenly she stopped shaking. Did.. did the shoe push up the vent? She never checked. Taking a few minutes to catch her breath, loralie called for Nikki once more and ran to where the vent was. It had slightly moved, not completely open but just enough for her to get up there and move it herself. How was she going to get not only herself but Nikki up there? Loralie shoved all of the boxes out of the way. They obviously weren’t going to work. She tried to hold onto the wall, but her shoulder gave way as she fell to the ground. There was no way she could pull herself out of there in her condition. Laying pathetically on the floor, shaking, she fell asleep for the second time in what felt like days.