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entrancelogs2017-09-22 07:50 am
postictal) wrote in entrancelogs2017-09-22 07:50 am
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knocked the wind out of my soul [open]
Who: Tim Wright and oh god not another event log
Where: Anywhere
When: September 18th - 22nd
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Between a trip to the Mirrorside and a visit to the Core, Wonderland was playing havoc.
The Story:
[ deeper and deeper we go ]
[ where there is no light ]
Where: Anywhere
When: September 18th - 22nd
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Between a trip to the Mirrorside and a visit to the Core, Wonderland was playing havoc.
The Story:
[ where there is no light ]
[ you are d̷͚̪̱i̶͔̙̭s̵̼̻̘t̴̰̩͜ọ̴̩̼ŗ̴͉̞t̷̜̳̼ḙ̴̦̤d̴͖͙ͅ ]
"guess you can't get your...guess i can't get your...oh."
"This way," Jay whispers, starting toward the end of the hallway with the storage cabinet. "Ten, fifteen feet. Shorter than it looks, but--"
A man in a white coat rounds the corner past the invisible edge of the event, flanked by a pair of orderlies.
The hallway's long. Jay and Tim can get there first. They have to get there first. Jay grabs Tim by the arm and breaks into a run.
JAY'S SINGLE MOMENT OF COMPETENCE: RUINED FOREVER
Unless they can get out.
One of the orderlies tries to cut them off. A hand snaps around Tim's other wrist, and he lashes out with one leg and catches the poor bastard with a knee to the groin. He doubles over with a groan, but he doesn't let go.
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The second orderly comes around from the opposite side, and Jay jerks back, crashing into Tim. Five feet, five feet and they're out. They can't be caught now; they're too close.
Still with a bony vice-grip on Tim's arm, Jay crosses in front of him, away from the still-standing orderly. He closes the gap between himself and the edge--maybe one foot left--pulling Tim after him at a new angle. Maybe it'll be harder for the grounded orderly to hold on this way. Or maybe Jay's just delaying the inevitable.
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With so many hands on him, Tim does the only thing he can think to do.
He drops to the ground and becomes dead weight.
The sheer shock of it drags the other orderly down with a shout, abruptly redoubling their efforts to try and haul him upright. They get a heel to the nose for their efforts; the blow blunted by the fact that Tim's wearing nothing more than cheap hospital slippers, but the strength behind the blow is enough to send them reeling.
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And then Tim collapses, bringing the other orderly and Jay and the doctor down with him. For a second, Jay thinks it may be a seizure--How often does Tim need to take those pills?--but he's not shaking. Instead, he kicks out, nailing the orderly across the face.
The doctor watches the injured orderly recoil, bringing a hand up to cover his injured nose, and there's a moment when the doctor's grip on Jay goes slack.
Jay takes the opportunity, wrenching his arm away and shoving one-handed against the doctor's shoulder. It's enough to knock him off-balance, out of a crouch and into a sprawled, disoriented mess on the floor.
Jay shuffles backwards, toward the edge, facing Tim. It's hard to keep a grip on Tim at this angle, but he knows this'll be harder if he lets go. Instead, he reaches out with his other hand, grabbing for Tim's other arm but ending up with a handful of white fabric instead.
He stands up into a crouch, trying to leverage his weight, and pulls. It should be enough to get Jay himself across, but he's not leaving Tim.
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One of them gets a hand underneath one armpit - the one he kneed, who's still wincing painfully, teeth now bared with a vengeance.
With his legs still kicking to push himself upright, his arms occupied trying to scramble for purchase, Tim does the only thing he can do.
He lurches forward and clamps his teeth around the patch of bared skin. With a yelp, the orderly releases him.
He lunges, shoulder slamming into Jay with enough force to take them over the invisible line Jay is so desperately straining to pull them both over.
With any luck, it might be enough.
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Jay stumbles backwards, still holding onto Tim, still trying to put as much distance between them and the doctors as possible. The light changes, the color of the walls change, but they have to keep moving, they have to--
His back hits the ground hard, and when he tries to catch his breath, it doesn't come. He gags, tries again, until finally he manages a painful wheeze. Again. Again.
They made it. They're out. He can barely breathe, but they're out, and that was the point.
Jay tries to pull himself upright, but it just sends him into a fit of thin, wheezing coughs.
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They made it.
He gets himself up on one elbow, winded.
"Jay. Jay." His heart is still thudding sickeningly in his throat, but he manages to get the other man's name out. "Hey. You okay, buddy?"
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Jay never imagined he'd be so relieved to see Tim in another one of those well-worn button-downs. No wonder the guy never wears white.
"Yeah," he finally rasps out, fighting back another cough. "You?"
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"I'll live."
He actually tried.
And he actually succeeded.
The cloying wave of relief that chokes his throat has him shutting his eyes tight, just to breathe.
"...thanks."
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He'll live, which Jay guesses is enough. He'd 'live' if Jay left him back there, too. A lobotomy won't kill you.
Breathing comes a little easier now, so Jay tries again to pull himself upright. There's an awful twinge at the back of his head, and he winces, rubbing at the bruise.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jay spots his camera lying only a few feet away, so he snatches it up and winds back through the footage. No sign of the hospital; looks like it just spent the past twenty or so minutes taping the carpet. Figures.
Tim's still got his eyes closed. He's still breathing.
That's about when the full magnitude of what happened sinks in. They're out. Tim was locked up in a mental hospital, and Jay got him out. Tim told him to run, and he didn't this time, and now they're home (to an extent) and safe (to an extent) and for the life of him Jay can't remember a single time when this has happened before. He thought he saved Jessica, but that lasted all of a couple hours. He ran, he left Tim behind, and Tim got his head scoured out until there was almost nothing left. He knew Alex was acting strange, but he didn't say anything until it was too late; he just took his videos and waited until Alex was beyond help.
But he helped this time. No catch (yet). Tim's out. He's safe.
Jay takes a second, buries his head in his hands. Holds his breath.
Finally he speaks, his voice still a quiet rasp. "You wanna watch a movie?"
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(When did he stop being that, for Jay? When did he stop doing the same?)
(Hell if he can remember.)
When Jay finally speaks, Tim needs another minute to fully comprehend what it is he's saying.
For the second time in...god, what has it been? Days?
For the second time in just as many days, Tim laughs.
It's an exhausted, almost hysterical sound - cracked around the edges, flaking and fragmenting, saturated in his disbelief and profound, unyielding weariness.
"...yeah," he says, once he catches his breath. "Yeah. Okay."
Let's watch us a goddamn movie.