Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2018 12:44:43 GMT -4
One second Susumu had two eyes.
The next, she did not.
Susumu let out a choked, stunned noise as her remaining eye went wide as a platter, just in time for Nick's hand to pull away from her face and the other to swing at her, catching her once again on the jaw--the other one than the last time they'd met, funnily enough--and sending her down to the ground. She lay there in medical and mental shock, unable to move past gasping for breath. People asides from the ones who had grappled Nick to the ground were surrounding her, asking her questions and calling an ambulance. Susumu just stared at them with her remaining eye. Why was everyone speaking in such a muted voice?
Ah, she must be having a hard time hearing over that awful ringing sound in her ears. And it wasn't stopping. The whole left side of her face was wet and warm and sticky. What happened? She had said something she shouldn't have, again, probably. Her whole body felt numb, and not in the pleasant way. Where was Nick Cross? He'd been right in front of her a moment ago. Now she was looking at the ceiling.
Why is my face so sticky?
A little known fact about eyeballs: when they're punctured or impaled, the fluid that comes out is not, in fact, blood. It's a white-clear fluid called intraocular fluid. And that was, right now, the fluid that was coming out of the eye that Nick had just impaled upon his armored fingers before Susumu could even flinch back from him. Also, getting impaled in the eye doesn't hurt very much when your whole body is in shock.
Which was definitely what Susumu was in at the moment.
...oh. Oh. My eye. My eye. I can't see out of my eye.
Oh. Oh God. She. She couldn't see out of her left eye. It was just gone. Like a blackness had fallen over that whole side of her face. And it was leaking wet, warm, thick fluid that coated her cheek and temples as she lay there. Somebody was trying to put a cloth over it but they couldn't do so without touching the eye, which they must not have wanted to, because they kept hesitating. Everything was spinning. Her eye.
Nick had...he'd...wow.
...I should learn to keep my fucking mouth shut.
The next, she did not.
Susumu let out a choked, stunned noise as her remaining eye went wide as a platter, just in time for Nick's hand to pull away from her face and the other to swing at her, catching her once again on the jaw--the other one than the last time they'd met, funnily enough--and sending her down to the ground. She lay there in medical and mental shock, unable to move past gasping for breath. People asides from the ones who had grappled Nick to the ground were surrounding her, asking her questions and calling an ambulance. Susumu just stared at them with her remaining eye. Why was everyone speaking in such a muted voice?
Ah, she must be having a hard time hearing over that awful ringing sound in her ears. And it wasn't stopping. The whole left side of her face was wet and warm and sticky. What happened? She had said something she shouldn't have, again, probably. Her whole body felt numb, and not in the pleasant way. Where was Nick Cross? He'd been right in front of her a moment ago. Now she was looking at the ceiling.
Why is my face so sticky?
A little known fact about eyeballs: when they're punctured or impaled, the fluid that comes out is not, in fact, blood. It's a white-clear fluid called intraocular fluid. And that was, right now, the fluid that was coming out of the eye that Nick had just impaled upon his armored fingers before Susumu could even flinch back from him. Also, getting impaled in the eye doesn't hurt very much when your whole body is in shock.
Which was definitely what Susumu was in at the moment.
...oh. Oh. My eye. My eye. I can't see out of my eye.
Oh. Oh God. She. She couldn't see out of her left eye. It was just gone. Like a blackness had fallen over that whole side of her face. And it was leaking wet, warm, thick fluid that coated her cheek and temples as she lay there. Somebody was trying to put a cloth over it but they couldn't do so without touching the eye, which they must not have wanted to, because they kept hesitating. Everything was spinning. Her eye.
Nick had...he'd...wow.
...I should learn to keep my fucking mouth shut.
tagged: Nick Cross || word count: 402 || notes: eyyyyyyyyyye
