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Post by Numbers Silverman on Aug 15, 2011 23:52:33 GMT -5
I don't wanna feel like this tomorrow I don't wanna live like this today (+) It was a normal Thursday afternoon. But things were not so great for Numbers, who saw the world swirling around him in a blurry mess, in the horror that was diabetes. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, and he was paler than usual. He suddenly seemed to come out of his trance-like state, and looking around confused. He wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans, swallowing heavily. He felt weak, shaky and nauseous, and he wrapped his arms around his aching stomach. He knew he shouldn’t have eaten that entire bag of sugar candy. But the delightful thought had tempted him all day long, he just couldn't resist. And now, he was paying the consequences. Numbers suffered colorfully blinding diabetic comas every time he ate something sweet. “Why did I have to eat that candy?” he thought as he sat on the ground, slumped over. |
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Post by Tim Baker on Aug 25, 2011 12:12:36 GMT -5
Tim's backyard was littered with left-over beer cans and bottles. His parents really knew how to party. He opened the door in the fence and walked into the lane to discover Numb3rs sitting limp on the dirt path. Rushing over, Tim could see the candy wrappers all around him. He knew what this was.
He wiggled Numb3rs' shoulder. "Dude, I'm gonna help you get up," Tim slung Numb3rs over his shoulder and started to carry him back to his empty house.
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Post by Numbers Silverman on Aug 31, 2011 13:55:51 GMT -5
Why Won't Somebody Come and Save Me From This make It End.
Numb3r's stared at him blankly for a moment. He mumbled something barely coherent, "Blood sugar... I need to test my blood sugar dude." he mummbled. He didn't have the strength to even drag his feet along the ground, he just let Tim drag him. Numb3r's stomach rolled, licking his lips once and fought to control his breathing. He was to tired and emotionally lifeless to pay attention, his mouth opened and closed slightly, but no sound could come out. The world had completely stopped, all carefully thought-out plans of what he would say having been swept from his mind before he could process them. |
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Post by Tim Baker on Aug 31, 2011 20:00:52 GMT -5
Tim hoped with all his heart that Numbers was going to be alright. This whole diabetes thing has happened before. Even so, you can never be prepared for it. Its always unexpected and most of the time Tim forgot about it. Tim seeing Numbers like this created a wave of fear and anxiety in his hammering heart and it crashed over him. He felt like he was for sure going to drown in this feeling. Choking on a slurry of quicksand. Like, Numb3rs, he was starting to have a hard time breathing. Just breathe, he's going to be fine, Tim thought to himself multiple times. A constant unburstable thought bubble. It felt like forever, dragging Numb3rs' near-lifeless body across a yard cluttered with toddler toys and wine bottles. Finally, Numb3rs said something and Tim listened hard with every intention of doing what was best for him. With no adults around the pressure was setting in heavier than ever. His words registered and Tim consoled him with gentle speech, "Numb3rs, hold on. I'm gonna get your blood testing stuff, once I get you on the couch," Tim's word almost caught in his dry throat.
An eternity later, Tim felt hard pavement beneath his shoes. He encountered the glass sliding door and he ripped it open with one hand. A few seconds later, Tim dropped Numb3rs on the plush couch and cats swarmed over him. Tim shooed the cats away and once he was sure that numb3rs was okay for now, he erupted out of the front door, sprinting for the trailer park, the Park 'n' Flush.
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Post by Numbers Silverman on Aug 31, 2011 21:52:19 GMT -5
Do you know what its like when you wish you were someone else. A muffled groan worked from his throat through a set of heavy gasps for oxygen, his entire body aching. Keeping his eyes clenched shut, Numbers made no attempt to move from the uncomfortable and awkward position he was laying in. He could feel a wave of cold sweat sliding down his forehead and neck, his mind was still numb his breathing was labouring. Number's rubbed his sweaty face with a trembling hand. Swallowing. He felt weak but didn't have the strength to do anything. Number's felt so numb he couldn't even feel his tounge in his mouth. His mind was slowly shifting from a blank state to a completely confused mess that raced in every direction with different emotions. the only sound heard was his heavy breathing, Number's swallowed heavily while his throat felt tight. The cold, nauseous feeling of 'I can't believe this is happening' slammed around in his head and sank into the pit of his stomach. He opened his eyes with a deep gasp, feeling his vision blur. His muscles still trembling, He let out a weak, shuddered moan, panting heavily he squinted his watering eyes closed, blinking to clear his vision. He didn't know how much longer he could last. Number's was definitely feeling sick now, with paralyzing Nausea twisting itself so violently in his stomach he wanted to throw up. Number's had an abnormal temperature He could taste the bile in the back of his throat, as the saliva pools under his tongue. The saliva mixes easy with the sweat curled up on his left side on the sit in the back of the car. He kept his mouth shut, unwilling to let anything out. His stomach was still aching, and every once in a while it would give a twist, or a lurch and he felt as though he were going to be sick He sighed and closed his eyes. clenched his mouth shut again, ignoring his pale, clammy skin. He was sweating and the turns of his stomach were getting worse, when he breathed it smelled like a Fruity odor. Number's was so close to slip into a diabetic coma. Number’s swallowed the burning in his throat. his whole body was shaking violently. He gagged and doubled over holding his stomach. Number’s opened his eyes his breath hitching in his throat. he gasped, before his back arched, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he started convulsing, his hands clenched into fists. |
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Post by Tim Baker on Sept 2, 2011 20:00:50 GMT -5
Sidewalk tiles and cookie cutter houses flashed by as Tim sped through the neighborhood. He stopped, and leaned over to catch his breathe, his heart bashing against the inside of his chest. He stiffened up to see the whole of the cul de sac. All this running made it hard to think. The trailer park wasn't that much farther. He had to keep going.
The sound of running water lapping against the banks of a creek quickly filled Tim's ears. The creek was about 10 feet across. He didn't have time for this. It was definitely going to slow him down. The thought that there was no bridge was baffling to Tim. He felt this was severely idiotic. He strained his eyes to his left and he saw it. A large rickety wooden plank laying across the water. Tim ran to it, relaxed his body and gained his balance. One step at a time he cleared the bridge in a few seconds.
The watery sound faded as Tim came across the pink Park and Flush sign. It looked as though it was going to fall on something at any moment. Through the entrance, Tim could hear babies crying and dogs' unfriendly barks. Smells of sewage and cigarettes assaulted Tim's small nose as he entered and began to search for Numb3rs' trailer. Aha! He found it in the middle row. 3 cars were parked outside of it. One was rocking uncontrollably...
Tim opened the screen door, then the regular door, and ringlets of smoke billowed out of the trailer. Tim coughed and hacked to clear his already tired lungs. Numb3rs' mother was seated on the slumped-in couch across from a flickering television. 2 men sat beside. Her attention snapped towards Tim as the door slammed shut again. "Greatest hits CD isn't here. Can I help you?" she asked.
Tim couldn't tell if she was being polite or smart. No time for that. "Numb3rs ate way too much candy and he's going into a coma at my house. We need to get him to the hospital pronto!" Tim commanded her.
"The keys are on the counter." She turned back towards the television. This was a typical statement for her, it didn't surprise Tim at all, The only thing about this was Tim hardly knew how to drive. Oh well.
He swiped the keys off the counter, stormed out the door and got in the musty car. He stuck the keys in the igniton and turned it. The engine didn't turn over. He tried it again and it worked. The car was now softly rumbling. Tim knew to check his mirrors and put his seat belt on also. He put the car in reverse and pressed to gas pedal gingerly. He skillfully whipped the car around and the car tires squealed against the pavement. The car was now in drive and Tim sped out of the trailer park and onto the main road. He stopped at a stop sign and remembered which way to turn, right.
What if i get pulled over? Tim thought suddenly. The only solution was to drive fast enough to avoid everyone. The sun was slowly fading and Tim turned right. The entrance to the development was coming up so Tim slowed down again. He turned into it and drove at a constant 40 mph until the culdesac came into sight. He parked his beast in his driveway and left it running.
He opened the door to his house and ran to the couch to retreive his friends and scraped cats away from his sweaty physique. "Sorry I Took so long." He looked toward the clock and saw that he'd only been gone for about 10 minutes. He slung Numb3rs' arm around his back and walked him to the door. It was hard getting him into the car but he managed. He buckled Numbers in and took the driver seat. Starting the car, he checked to make sure no one was behind him. The coast was clear so Tim drove through the neighborhood, doing 40 the whole time. He didn't have time for stop signs. Insignificant things like that made him mad. All of this could have been avoided if Tim's parents had remembered to pay the stupid phone bill.
The hospital was around 5 minutes away. They arrived and Tim helped Numbers out of the car and though the doors. Nurses swarmed over them and bombarded Tim with questions. "He is diabetic and he ate about 5 years worth of halloween candy." Tim answered.
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Post by Numbers Silverman on Sept 13, 2011 16:37:32 GMT -5
Number’s was laying in the hospital the bed slowly climbing through the layers between him and consciousness. He could hear the voice talking to him as he floated between the layers, not quit getting up high enough to respond, He was getting closer now, brighter, it was brighter than ever, so bright it should be hurting his eyes but it wasn't, he could look into it, through it, beyond it to just light.
It was surrounding him, enveloping him, could light caress his body? Was he becoming the light? The light was indeed everything. It was nearly the moment; soon there would no return, no chance of return; he understood, he welcomed the understanding, always the light was there, warm, welcome, wanting him, taking him over.
"Number‘s wake up."
The voice ripped through the warmth. No, he wanted the light, wanted to follow the light, wanted that warmth, the surrounding, caresses of welcome that had been just within his grasp. He didn't want to go back, he wanted to fight the forces pulling him back, he kept his eyes on the light, but it was already going, retreating, leaving him, moving further and further back from him. Nothing he could do could stop it.
Number’s woke up with a gasp after a few sluggish seconds, the quiet beeping and whirring of what sounded like machines reached his ears, only adding to the steady pounding in his brain. For a few moments his breathing was rapid and his mind stirred. Number’s eyes blearily fluttered open. He was met with the view of a solid white ceiling. That didn't offer much in his weak attempt to try and figure out where he was.
He slowly sat up, struggling to free his limbs from a tangle of blankets and wiping the thin sheet of sweat from his face. Number’s swallowed thickly and licked his lips. The floor suddenly looked a lot more interesting. He stared down at his feet.
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