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muses_w_remotes: 3.2 Life As A House
Thursday, 17 July 2008 04:54 pm
3.2. "You know the great thing though? Is that change can be so constant that you don't even feel the difference until there is one. It can be so slow that you don't know your life is better, or worse, until it is. Or it can just blow you away, make you something different in an instant. It happened to me."
| Life As A House
It was the middle of the night when Tara woke suddenly from a deep sleep. At first, she couldn't get her bearings, feeling almost like she was suspended between sleep and awake. She couldn't place why she'd woken; it didn't feel like she'd had a nightmare. She could feel Lachlan's back and butt pressed against her side and his deep, even breathing told her it wasn't his distress that woke her this time either.
She leaned over to turn the light on and dimmed it right down so she could see Lachlan to make sure he was okay on sight. As she did, she became aware that Lachlan's oversized t-shirt she used as a nightie to sleep in was damp around the bottom of it. Fuck, had she wet herself - or worse - in her sleep? Sure, her bladder stamina was questionable right now, but she hadn't wet herself or wet the bed since she was a kid! She pushed sat up a little and pushed the covers down a little to have a look. As soon as she did, it felt like the bed was torn out from under her.
Blood. Everywhere.
All that she could emit was a small, terrified squeak. She was even in too much shock to scream. Her breath quickened to a dangerous pace, her stomach rising and falling rapidly in panic. She peeled the t-shirt back a little with her fingers, but it was sodden and sticking to her stomach, hips and thighs. Petrified tears started to stream down her face. "Lachie," she choked out through a sob. "Lachie!" she tried a little bit louder, grabbing his arm.
Lachlan mumbled in his sleep, but was roused as soon as she grabbed him. He turned, squinting in the light. "Hmm?" he murmured, barely awake. It took all of ten seconds for him to realise she was crying and he shot up in the bed. "Tara, what-" Then he saw it. The blood and his stomach lurched forcefully, but he only just managed to stop himself vomiting.
It felt like there was a rushing sound in his ears as he just stared at her lower body for what seemed like an eternity before something snapped into place inside him. Tears welled up in his eyes and spilled over, but protecting Tara overtook everything else threatening to come up inside him at that minute. "It's okay," he whispered, carefully peeling the covers down her legs. He grabbed her head and kissed her temple before cradling her against him. "We need to get you to the hospital," he told her. "It's going to be okay," he repeated, though he was crying himself now. He reached for the phone and dialled 911 to call for an ambulance. A minute later and after barely a few seconds contemplation, he punched in Pat's number.
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| Life As A House
It was the middle of the night when Tara woke suddenly from a deep sleep. At first, she couldn't get her bearings, feeling almost like she was suspended between sleep and awake. She couldn't place why she'd woken; it didn't feel like she'd had a nightmare. She could feel Lachlan's back and butt pressed against her side and his deep, even breathing told her it wasn't his distress that woke her this time either.
She leaned over to turn the light on and dimmed it right down so she could see Lachlan to make sure he was okay on sight. As she did, she became aware that Lachlan's oversized t-shirt she used as a nightie to sleep in was damp around the bottom of it. Fuck, had she wet herself - or worse - in her sleep? Sure, her bladder stamina was questionable right now, but she hadn't wet herself or wet the bed since she was a kid! She pushed sat up a little and pushed the covers down a little to have a look. As soon as she did, it felt like the bed was torn out from under her.
Blood. Everywhere.
All that she could emit was a small, terrified squeak. She was even in too much shock to scream. Her breath quickened to a dangerous pace, her stomach rising and falling rapidly in panic. She peeled the t-shirt back a little with her fingers, but it was sodden and sticking to her stomach, hips and thighs. Petrified tears started to stream down her face. "Lachie," she choked out through a sob. "Lachie!" she tried a little bit louder, grabbing his arm.
Lachlan mumbled in his sleep, but was roused as soon as she grabbed him. He turned, squinting in the light. "Hmm?" he murmured, barely awake. It took all of ten seconds for him to realise she was crying and he shot up in the bed. "Tara, what-" Then he saw it. The blood and his stomach lurched forcefully, but he only just managed to stop himself vomiting.
It felt like there was a rushing sound in his ears as he just stared at her lower body for what seemed like an eternity before something snapped into place inside him. Tears welled up in his eyes and spilled over, but protecting Tara overtook everything else threatening to come up inside him at that minute. "It's okay," he whispered, carefully peeling the covers down her legs. He grabbed her head and kissed her temple before cradling her against him. "We need to get you to the hospital," he told her. "It's going to be okay," he repeated, though he was crying himself now. He reached for the phone and dialled 911 to call for an ambulance. A minute later and after barely a few seconds contemplation, he punched in Pat's number.
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drcampbell]Words | 474