Ripple- a Bluey Story

Tidal

The pristine white fur on my arm was once again stained a slowly darkening red. The blood formed a stream-like flow on my arm, dripping off at my elbow. The drops quickly changed to a steady stream as the razor continued to incise my left wrist. I had started at the top and I was now at the bottom, so close to the artery. As I continued, a new feeling suddenly rooted deeply in my mind, Fear. It was an instinctual sense, but pure dread overtook as I slowed my cutting as much as possible. There was no voice in my head to instill this fear, but it needed no ambassador to assist it, my survival instinct was in full swing. My hand didn't stop entirely though, it refused to cease. Millimeter by millimeter, it was moving ever closer to the artery.

I felt like I was splitting in two, and I didn't know which side was me. I wanted to live, but even one more ounce of reality felt unbearable. The hand wasn't stopping. I didn't have time to make a decision. I steeled myself. Do it, this is your chance. Be free.

"It's now or never" I mumbled to myself as I shut my teary eyes. The rain assaulted my senses as I took a deep breath and made my arm rigid and tight. I started to push down and tried to not think about anything else. My eyes immediately shot open as I hit the edge of the artery. What I saw shook me. Exponentially more blood than when I had closed my eyes, my entire arm was utterly saturated. Suddenly my arm with the razor blade dropped, it's sudden weight feeling like two hundred kilograms. 

My vision began to blur and all my extremities suddenly gained that same weighty property, Instantly bringing me to my knees. 

A little later, I suddenly felt like I lost all my weight, as though I was levitating. I made a soft grunting sound as I couldn't process what was going on around me. I snapped back into focus for a couple moments. I was propped up against a tree. I looked up. Another dog was right next to me, holding my injured arm and applying some things I couldn't quite make out. 

"Stay awake, don't close your eyes" He looked at me. I noticed he was mostly black with a purple stomach. He looked like he was crying. "I'm not letting you go, never again"  Again? Had I met this guy before? I tried to speak, but I couldn't muster the strength to move my jaw. I simply let out a pitiful whimper as he continued whatever first aid he was doing and talked to someone on the phone. Everything went blurry and my thoughts became scattered and fuzzy. Despite his insistence on staying conscious, I couldn't stay awake as the blurriness changed to black and I passed out.

An amount of time later.

I opened my eyes. A sterile white light illuminating my surroundings, I was on a rather large hospital bed with a nightstand next to it. I was the only one in the space. The room was wood walled with cold stony flooring, a couple windows letting me see it was still light outside. I then looked at a clock hung above the doorframe and got a more exact read.

1:30PM

Wait, why was I in a hospital room in the first place? I brought my arms up and noticed two things, an IV drip poking in my left arm, and some serious bandaging around my left wrist and lower hand. Right. Suicide. How the fuck did I survive? It was fuzzy, but the dog who helped me was brought to the forefront of my mind. In hindsight, it was extremely stupid to do that in such a public place. But I guessed the voices didn't leave much room for strategy in my mind. 

I brought myself back to the present. I looked at my hand and noticed one more thing. I couldn't feel the first three fingers of my left hand. Apparently I had done a lot of damage with my attempt. I looked up from my arm and around the room. Nobody was there, so I assumed the Heelers hadn't been informed yet. Or they left you behind, like you deserve. I held my head. Not even five minutes after I woke up the voices were already back. I started to think about the consequences of what I had tried to do.