Nexus 100 Fear
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evillurksTitle: Forever dreaming
Fandom: The Shadow
Characters: The Shadow (older), unnamed dream figures
Prompt: 096 Fear
Word Count: 393
Rating: PG
Summary: His worst nightmare.
Author's Notes: I wrote this before I decided to do the Nexus 100, simply as an exploration of the character. I was trying to work out his worst fear, and came up with this little thing. It was intended for a someday journal entry, hence the present tense.
The first thing The Shadow is conscious of, in this dream, is waking. He opens his eyes with reluctant slowness, to gaze on a dull, washed-out quality of light. It’s no surprise he finds himself horizontal, and the ceiling above is unbroken beige. The walls, where they join the ceiling, carry the monochromatic theme. In the periphery of his vision lurk less than familiar shapes; snaking tubes and squatty, hulking boxes with electronic displays. His alert mind is quick to place himself in a hospital bed, a situation he tries very hard to avoid.
Voices ring from close by, the weary bored tones of nurses. People not insensible to suffering, but detached from it by necessity. “There’s still been nobody to ID him.”
Intending to take the first step in correcting the situation, The Shadow attempts to turn his head toward the sound. His body makes no response. Even his now open eyes are sluggish to shift from any view but that straight ahead and above.
A second voice responds, oblivious to the internal struggles of the man in the hospital bed. “Well at this point it’s not likely. We’ll have to move him to the long-term care facility. The paperwork’s all ready.”
“What’s his prognosis?” Sounds follow the voice, the minute clicks and rustlings of a chart being picked up.
“The paralysis looks permanent, but his vital organs are all… in amazing shape, really. Up until the accident he must have been incredibly healthy for his age.” The flat tones are broken by mild surprise.
“It’s almost worse that way, especially with him on the State’s money.” The other voice sighs. “He could linger for years to come.” The statement is not an entirely heartless one, taking into consideration the patient’s point of view.
“Maybe a decade or more, in his shape. Let’s get the bed moved…” Barely seen at the edges of his view, their shapes move to shift the necessary accoutrements, such as the IV stand to which he knows he must be connected. The monitors, showing steady readings of health, are temporarily shut off.
Locked in a motionless form, The Shadow’s mind rages and screams in protest. Any power he may have to reach their minds seems rendered useless by his complete paralysis. A long life lies ahead, with nothing to do but watch time creep across pale ceilings.
Fandom: The Shadow
Characters: The Shadow (older), unnamed dream figures
Prompt: 096 Fear
Word Count: 393
Rating: PG
Summary: His worst nightmare.
Author's Notes: I wrote this before I decided to do the Nexus 100, simply as an exploration of the character. I was trying to work out his worst fear, and came up with this little thing. It was intended for a someday journal entry, hence the present tense.
The first thing The Shadow is conscious of, in this dream, is waking. He opens his eyes with reluctant slowness, to gaze on a dull, washed-out quality of light. It’s no surprise he finds himself horizontal, and the ceiling above is unbroken beige. The walls, where they join the ceiling, carry the monochromatic theme. In the periphery of his vision lurk less than familiar shapes; snaking tubes and squatty, hulking boxes with electronic displays. His alert mind is quick to place himself in a hospital bed, a situation he tries very hard to avoid.
Voices ring from close by, the weary bored tones of nurses. People not insensible to suffering, but detached from it by necessity. “There’s still been nobody to ID him.”
Intending to take the first step in correcting the situation, The Shadow attempts to turn his head toward the sound. His body makes no response. Even his now open eyes are sluggish to shift from any view but that straight ahead and above.
A second voice responds, oblivious to the internal struggles of the man in the hospital bed. “Well at this point it’s not likely. We’ll have to move him to the long-term care facility. The paperwork’s all ready.”
“What’s his prognosis?” Sounds follow the voice, the minute clicks and rustlings of a chart being picked up.
“The paralysis looks permanent, but his vital organs are all… in amazing shape, really. Up until the accident he must have been incredibly healthy for his age.” The flat tones are broken by mild surprise.
“It’s almost worse that way, especially with him on the State’s money.” The other voice sighs. “He could linger for years to come.” The statement is not an entirely heartless one, taking into consideration the patient’s point of view.
“Maybe a decade or more, in his shape. Let’s get the bed moved…” Barely seen at the edges of his view, their shapes move to shift the necessary accoutrements, such as the IV stand to which he knows he must be connected. The monitors, showing steady readings of health, are temporarily shut off.
Locked in a motionless form, The Shadow’s mind rages and screams in protest. Any power he may have to reach their minds seems rendered useless by his complete paralysis. A long life lies ahead, with nothing to do but watch time creep across pale ceilings.
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