Micheal wakes up sore, confused, and apparently transported to the year 2111! How will he take the news of losing his family and home, and how will he deal with his new loose-cannon partner, Cher?
Chapter Two
BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…BEEP… That was the first thing Michael heard. His eyes were too heavy to open, and he felt groggy. Like he would after along sleep. ‘ Tired…I’m so tired…” Stray thoughts floated through his mind, ‘ What time is it?… How long have I… And where?…” BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…BEEP… The beeps came steadily. Even, and equally spaced. Was he hooked up to a heart monitor? Michael listed for the dull beating of his own heart. The beats matched. He must’ve been in the hospital, ‘ …I was shot…’ he thought almost uncertainly, ‘ Ugh… Shelbie… I have to find…’ Michael heard a different noise now. Sounds. Echoes. That’s what they were. Distant whispers but growing nearer. “ Temp…-ising?” “ 97.9 …Rising…98.2 …” He wasn’t alone. Michael tried opening his eyes, sore and unwilling. Fighting exhaustion, Michael forced them open, wincing as the comfortable dark was flooded by intense white light. A knifing pain cut behind his eyes and he shut them immediately, expecting his arm to fly up instinctively to shield them. Then Michael realized his limbs would not move. He was lying down, flat on his back, arms resting at his sides. But no matter how he willed it, his arms and legs did not rise even an inch, ‘ What’s happening to me?’ This time Michael squinted up at the light, trying to focus on shapes. Figures. Anything. “ Increase oxygen levels.” There were people. People in white standing around him. “ Increasing.” “ Regulate life support systems.” “ Regulating.” The knifing pain had become a hammering throb in Michael’s mind, and he felt himself slipping into the darkness. “ Is the patient stabilizing?” “ Stabilized.” “ Take a note. Subject 2417’s first signs of consciousness… August 23rd… 2110...”
You said you wanted me to critique the heck outta this? Well, honestly, it's rather realistic. Your first thoughts (or, at least mine) when you wake up in the hospital are: 1. What the heck is that annoying beeping noise? 2. It's really really cold in here... and 3.ugh, can't think straight... wake up, kitty, wake up.
From a medical standpoint, the doctors would be worried about rise and dips in blood pressure, temprature, and O2 levels. Sense he was semi-concious, they'd be hammering the anastasiologist with questions, mainly 'why the heck is he waking up?' Michael would hear all of this, but it would be very confused and blurry, and you've already managed that, so you did an awesome job! Kudos!
You said you wanted me to critique the heck outta this? Well, honestly, it's rather realistic. Your first thoughts (or, at least mine) when you wake up in the hospital are: 1. What the heck is that annoying beeping noise? 2. It's really really cold in here... and 3.ugh, can't think straight... wake up, kitty, wake up.
From a medical standpoint, the doctors would be worried about rise and dips in blood pressure, temprature, and O2 levels. Sense he was semi-concious, they'd be hammering the anastasiologist with questions, mainly 'why the heck is he waking up?' Michael would hear all of this, but it would be very confused and blurry, and you've already managed that, so you did an awesome job! Kudos!