No sleep for the wicked

chapter 31- Welcoming Arms Of Unconsciousness.

Ashleigh’s POV

The sound of people talking around me was muffled as it was blocked out by the pain, with was like red hot heat burning my skin. I gasped as I shot up from the bed; I looked at the people who were dressed in dark clothing covered in blood, and one by one each of them rushed to me trying to calm me down. My breath was coming out heavy and short, suddenly the noises around me became all too clear, “she’s loosing blood to fast.” My heart pounded in my chest hard and fast, “Her heart rate is escalating to quickly, she’s going into shock.” I felt tremors erupt from my body, as people shouted around me, “Someone get Bane.” Suddenly, I heard  the door in the corner of the room slam open revealing the hulking mass which was Bane, “what’s happening to her?” he growled agitatedly through the metal mouth piece. The man who was dressed as a doctor began to stutter, “I didn’t hire an illiterate, speak!” he swallowed hard as my body shook the hospital cot I was lying on, “she’s crashing.” My vision blurred further, as tears lined my eyes. I bolted up from the cot, and grabbed my side. I felt the warm slick texture of my blood on my hands, “where’s the Scarecrow?!” I felt blood rise up from my throat, sobs wracked my body as I desperately screamed, “where is he?!” and with this I felt blood trickle from my open screaming mouth, “Help!” I looked over the side of the cot only to be met by the horrific sight of Bane twisting the desperate and bloody man neck. I doubled over in the cot, trying to escape the place, which I could only describe as hell. Lights flickered around me, as the smell of the damp wall surrounding me filled my senses.

I slipped my legs off the side of the cot, causing my feet to scrabble against the cold wet floor. I lunged myself at one of the nearby walls of a large tunnel system. I gripped onto the wall, as I looked over my shoulder to see bane pushing my bloody cot out of his way so he could get to me. My nail bloody hands pulled me along the black walls, as I tried to get away from this hell. My blood ran thick and fast, as I struggled with my breath. I heard Banes heavy footsteps in the water behind me, suddenly my hands faltered against the damp tunnel wall. I slipped down the wall into the water beneath me, I felt the frigid water enter every cut the lined my body. I looked down into the water to see lines of red. I pulled myself through the cold water, with my pale hands as Banes footstep came closer. I looked over my shoulder to see his long shadow coming through the bend in the tunnel. I chocked back a cry as I struggled through the deepening water; I looked forward once again to see light at the end of the tunnel. I sighed hard as I struggled through the harsh running water. Every inch of me was bruised and cut, my hair was matted against my scalp with blood and water. Suddenly there was a sharp stabbing pain emanating from my side. I looked down to see more and more blood was pouring out of the wound, as my heart beat faster under my panicked state.

My body froze in the water, I felt myself grow cold as I tried to reach the edge of the tunnel, only to fall forward into the deep water. My eyes stayed open in the water, making me witness everything around me. I saw the hulking distorted form of Bane through the harsh running water, I hardly felt his rough hand grab me from the water and pull me into his arms. I could no longer feel pain, as I still felt like I was in the cold running water. I knew my lips were trembling, as I was carried towards the light at the end of the tunnel. But instead of the light being my salvation, it was my devastation as I saw hundreds of people surrounding us. Each armed with high tech weapons, and looks that could kill. Some of the men looked at me as if I was a new toy; some men smirked as they knew as well as me I was close to death. I shivered as Bane carried me through the crowed of his followers, to a sheltered area of the tunnel system. I couldn’t move or speak as Bane lowered me onto a thick mattress which lay on the floor. I looked up at the canopy ceiling as the sound of objects being moved filled my ears. I closed my tired eyes trying to concentrate on the Scarecrow, if I was this badly injured what state was he in? But those thoughts were interrupted by a sharp uncomfortable pain shooting up my arm.

I jolted up from the mattress, my breath came out hard and fast, my heart pound in my chest as if an electric current had ran through my body, but the pain was unbearable. My shacking lips allowed a cry to escape my mouth as my body reacted to the painful injection which filled my body. I pushed myself up against one of the walls surrounding me and the monster, “there is no use in running. The dark betrays all but me.” His raspy metallic voice, made me clutch the wall harder as if it was a safety blanket. My eyes quickly flickered to the small syringe in my arm which was being held by Bane. I gulped slightly, and looked back into the eyes of the kneeling beast, as I felt the syringe with draw from my arm. Which caused me to sigh slightly; Bane pushed himself from the floor to a metal army sanction box which held a red cross, Medical supplies. Bane pulled out a smaller metal box, and walked towards me. I kneeled besides me once again, and opened the metal box.

I soon felt pain return to my body as the effects of the injection was wearing off. I looked back up at the canopy ceiling trying to concentrate on anything other the sickening feeling of pain and blood running from my wounds. I slammed my teeth down onto my lip, as the pain was coming back full strength. My body was feeling the entire impact of the crash. I whimpered slightly as I bit harder into my lip causing more and more blood to trail down from my lips to my neck. Suddenly bane grabbed my chin, causing my blood to spill onto his hand. I looked at him which eyes filled with tears of pain, “your friends will not come for you.” That statement meant all too much to me, as I had wished from Scarecrow top have found me by now, I swallowed a sob, and looked into the eyes of the creature. His black deep eyes lingered on mine, as his hand slowly slipped from my bloody chin. I looked away from Bane as he pulled out a needle and medical thread from the small metal box, I swallowed hard. I looked down at my side, but with that one look it changed everything. My side was wide open; the mattress I was sitting on had become soaked with blood. I looked back to Bane who was also looking down at my wide open wound. His eyes quickly darted up to mine, “I cannot help you, I can only offer the tools and equipment to help yourself.” He handed me the needle and thread. I swallowed hard, as Bane stood up from the floor and exited the canopy tent.

I pulled my bloody shirt over my head to see multiple wounds cutting across my body. I twisted my shirt to create a gag so I couldn’t scream. I lodged it into my mouth, leaving me with two free hands one to hold the wound, and one to stitch. I breathed in heavily through my nose and began the horrific job. I pushed the needle through my skin which caused me to breathe heavily; I pulled the thread through causing a burning sensation to run through the stitch, I quickly pushed the needle into my skin over and over again, slowly closing the large wound, and with each tug of the thread the short burning sensation ran through the stitches. I quickly tightened the stitches, with a tug of my finger nail against each stitch. I sighed, as I knotted the stiches and pulled the excess thread away. I looked down at my bloody jeans and pulled them away from my damp bloody legs, I saw small cuts and lacerations lining them. I pulled my ruined bloody shirt from my mouth, and threw it into the corner of the canopy tent. I looked at the tents exit, and saw Banes bulky form guarding it, and talking to one of his followers who was carrying a large gun. I swallowed harshly causing blood to run down my throat. I looked in the small metal box to find paper stitches and bottles of cleaning alcohol. I grabbed small gauze pads and drenched them in alcohol. I wiped away as much blood as I could from my pale skin, the small cuts on my legs and lower torso cleaned easily as the alcohol didn’t cause a harsh burning sensation. But the cuts which lined my face and upper torso, caused me to whimper, as the alcohol caused the wounds to burn and bleed severely. I placed gauzes over the larger lacerations, which didn’t seem to help contain the bleeding. I sighed hard as I lied down on the bloody and water drenched mattress and stared at the canopy ceiling. All of me was covered in black and yellowing bruises. I felt a small trickle of blood escape my mouth as my head lulled to the side. I pushed myself up slowly in fear of more bleeding; I crawled over to the army medical box to find thick woollen emergency blankets. I pulled one out and wrapped it round my cold and tired body, as I crawled back to the mattress my vision began to blur. I lied my body down on the thick spring loaded mattress and soon found myself and in welcoming arms of unconsciousness.