Guts, Rearranged {INCOMPLETE}

Chapter 6 =The Accident=

           A quiet yet noticeable series of clicks snap at Maggie, pulling her away from a daydream. Coming to, she realises she can't move her left arm and that the clicking is coming from the conveyor. Moving to look, she sees that her sleeve is stuck between the last rolling cylinder and the stagnant one at the end of the conveyor before the packing machine.

          Looking to her right at the oncoming trays of readily organised meat getting closer and closer, she pulls at her arm hoping to either slip her sleeve out or rip it off with ease. She places her other hand on the wall and uses all the strength she can muster to get out of the situation. But to no avail. Her situation more serious than she originally believed.

          The oncoming meat arrives and is painfully slow in passing over her arm, pushing it into the cylinders as it crosses. She struggles to push the full tray off her stuck arm but eventually manages to forcefully slide it down the ramp to the packer. She's successfully lengthened the time between her arm and the on coming trays. Her wrist being tightly squished as the fabric of her sleeve is pulled in, soon the only fabric left is occupied by her flesh. Her heartbeat throbs in her hand and her breathing stutters in tense panic. She doesn't bother trying to save the next tray of meat and instead pushes it back up the conveyor, causing the rest to get dangerously close to the edge.

          Otto's faint whistling is heard from the chiller, his availability to help her comes to mind. She can feel her circulation beginning to be cut off as she reaches for the emergency stop button as best she can, yet her trapped situation keeps her merely a hair away.

          "Otto?!" she yells while pushing the oncoming meat trays, causing the ones further down the line to fall off the side. A few slabs of meat hit a table leg of her prepared station behind her, causing the bigger bag of chicken breasts to fall to the floor and tear, exposing a majority of the raw meat to the floor below. She whines in fear, the clicking getting louder.

          Otto, hearing the commotion, opens the chiller door and sees her sleeve caught in the conveyor belt. He rushes to take one of his meat knives out of its holster at his station and comes back around to the whimpering and panicked Maggie. He slips on the chicken goop on the floor of her station and scrambles to regain his footing.

          He comes up directly behind her and wraps his arms around. Using his left hand, he pulls at her fingers to lift her arm enough to give space for his right hand to safely begin slicing at the fabric of the sleeve. His hair comes out from under his hairnet and dangles in front of her.. She doesn't notice that he's sliced her flesh to get closer to the fabric to cut it. Having finally cut the stuck fabric off, he backs off Maggie and pulls her away as he goes for the emergency stop she was in the way of. The force causes Maggie to fail in getting her footing in time and end up smashing her head on the bar of one of her station table legs. The sound echos in her ears.

          The clicking stops and the eerie quiet of the room is deafening to her once her ears stop ringing. When once the large fans around them filled the room with their whooshing, they now appear near absent from noise. The beeping from the open chiller Otto had to abandon is near a muffled whisper, the tense air smothering everything from sounding how it should.

          Opening her eyes she sees Otto, facing away from her, is holding his hairnet in his left hand and his knife remains gripped tightly in his right. His knuckles grow a white tone as his grip tightens, seemingly unending. He breathes deeply and quickly, trying to get enough cold air to sooth his hot rage with the disrupted meat on the floor not appearing to help. The drains below her tables bubble from the slime of the chicken breasts gradually sliding down into it. The floor is cold and slick under her, permeating through her clothes.