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Jan. 9th, 2008 03:47 pmThe sound of wind. Loud. Steady. Interrupted, from time to time, but oh so loud, rippling through his body, pounding in his ears and he needs a good minute to realize that it is his own breathing. In. And out. And in. And out again. It stings a little, he sounds winded, strained, wheezy.
His perception is weird. He only sees small parts but they are painfully clear and only after a while he can make the connection to the bigger picture of his surrounding.
Small shards of glass. On his arm. Well, at least he hopes it's his arm.
A headrest. Blood on the headrest. Only small, on the side, someone who was already injured must have brushed past it. All with the background sound of his own breathing.
( In. And Out. )
His perception is weird. He only sees small parts but they are painfully clear and only after a while he can make the connection to the bigger picture of his surrounding.
Small shards of glass. On his arm. Well, at least he hopes it's his arm.
A headrest. Blood on the headrest. Only small, on the side, someone who was already injured must have brushed past it. All with the background sound of his own breathing.
( In. And Out. )
