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"In a world filled with darkness, we must still dare to hope.
In a world filled with fear, we must still dare to seek love.
In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream.
In a world filled with loss, we must still dare to believe." ~ Unknown Krogan
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A gasp of air.
That was all it was...
"Hey! I have someone over here! Get the medic!"
Eyes encrusted with both ash and blood cracked open. All there was at first was light and blotches of black. Next came the scent of smoke, charred metal, burned plastic, the smooth copper taste choking the air. Blinking; the blotches of light and dark began to clear, ruins of some massive metallic creation hung all around like a morbid claw.
A few more gasps of air tore into the broken ribs that encased the failing lungs.
Hearing returned with a shrill cry. The high pitch dulling to that of voices, someone now hung over the field of blurred vision. Pain! Red hot pain laced the broken body as trained hands ran over it looking for further damage. A voice could be heard, but nothing was understood in the vacant mind; so quickly trying to fight for life, was starting to fail.
The pain dulled like the hearing to a dull roar. The prick of needles barely registered to the fading mind. Death though seemed to back away. The consuming darkness cleared ever so slight from the mind. Blurred eyes began to focus further on the being kneeling over the vision. Large round eyes focused intently on the mid section, slender arms covered in blood was binding clean wrapping to a injury.
A salarian?
A few more harsh breaths racked the chest. No longer gasps, but shaky intake of air. A oxygen mask was placed over the dry, cracked lips, pumping the sweet taste of life into the lungs though collapsed; refused to hand in its final hour.
Not yet...
A face flashed in the bruised mind, a gray blotted shape, blue markings. It was not clear nor made sense to the mind, but the desire to live arose even stronger. Whose face that was, it meant something to this fallen broken form so badly burned and shaken.
"The pulse is strong! Quick get me a gurney! We do not have much time!"
Ears popped, drowning the mind with sudden noises from all around. All of it muddled and confusing, all but the words the salarian shouted over it all. Time seemed to be confused, at least to the mind as the body found itself painfully lifted and placed on a elevated plush surface. The blurs of light and dark swept by the half open eyes as the body felt the bumps and vibrations from the soft surface it was placed upon.
Darkness once more began to move into the minds function; though this time it felt more calm. No longer holding that cold scythe to the throat. Unconsciousness took hold, the body slumped making the salarian in a panic check all vitals. A soft sigh of relief passed his pale brown lips as all seemed clear.
Looking down to the broken burned body, the salarian could not help but rest his hand on the shoulder of the heavily damaged body.
"If not for you... we would all be dead. I will not let you die on us... Commander Shepard."
As he spoke, other medics came over to the gurney that was pulled into the medical tent. All around many bodies of human and alien alike were being tended to, many injured from the crimson light filled blast the citadel had pulsed forth before its destruction. Even so; if not for the bravery of the very soldier they looked down upon now. Everyone would have been laid to waste by the Reapers.
A turian officer looked over from his datapad at the name the salarian medic had spoken. Turning sharply on his heels, the young deputy that originally came from C-Sec looked passed the medics at the badly injured Commander. His breath hitched as he saw her chest awkwardly lift with each breath.
Commander Shepard was alive?!
The turian made a hasty exit from the medics tent, in hopes of finding some form of communication to his superiors. This was something his people- no; the galaxy needed to know. The hero who saved them from mass genocide was alive!
What started as a single gasp, turned to harsh breaths.
That was all that was needed.
In a world filled with fear, we must still dare to seek love.
In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream.
In a world filled with loss, we must still dare to believe." ~ Unknown Krogan
***************
A gasp of air.
That was all it was...
"Hey! I have someone over here! Get the medic!"
Eyes encrusted with both ash and blood cracked open. All there was at first was light and blotches of black. Next came the scent of smoke, charred metal, burned plastic, the smooth copper taste choking the air. Blinking; the blotches of light and dark began to clear, ruins of some massive metallic creation hung all around like a morbid claw.
A few more gasps of air tore into the broken ribs that encased the failing lungs.
Hearing returned with a shrill cry. The high pitch dulling to that of voices, someone now hung over the field of blurred vision. Pain! Red hot pain laced the broken body as trained hands ran over it looking for further damage. A voice could be heard, but nothing was understood in the vacant mind; so quickly trying to fight for life, was starting to fail.
The pain dulled like the hearing to a dull roar. The prick of needles barely registered to the fading mind. Death though seemed to back away. The consuming darkness cleared ever so slight from the mind. Blurred eyes began to focus further on the being kneeling over the vision. Large round eyes focused intently on the mid section, slender arms covered in blood was binding clean wrapping to a injury.
A salarian?
A few more harsh breaths racked the chest. No longer gasps, but shaky intake of air. A oxygen mask was placed over the dry, cracked lips, pumping the sweet taste of life into the lungs though collapsed; refused to hand in its final hour.
Not yet...
A face flashed in the bruised mind, a gray blotted shape, blue markings. It was not clear nor made sense to the mind, but the desire to live arose even stronger. Whose face that was, it meant something to this fallen broken form so badly burned and shaken.
"The pulse is strong! Quick get me a gurney! We do not have much time!"
Ears popped, drowning the mind with sudden noises from all around. All of it muddled and confusing, all but the words the salarian shouted over it all. Time seemed to be confused, at least to the mind as the body found itself painfully lifted and placed on a elevated plush surface. The blurs of light and dark swept by the half open eyes as the body felt the bumps and vibrations from the soft surface it was placed upon.
Darkness once more began to move into the minds function; though this time it felt more calm. No longer holding that cold scythe to the throat. Unconsciousness took hold, the body slumped making the salarian in a panic check all vitals. A soft sigh of relief passed his pale brown lips as all seemed clear.
Looking down to the broken burned body, the salarian could not help but rest his hand on the shoulder of the heavily damaged body.
"If not for you... we would all be dead. I will not let you die on us... Commander Shepard."
As he spoke, other medics came over to the gurney that was pulled into the medical tent. All around many bodies of human and alien alike were being tended to, many injured from the crimson light filled blast the citadel had pulsed forth before its destruction. Even so; if not for the bravery of the very soldier they looked down upon now. Everyone would have been laid to waste by the Reapers.
A turian officer looked over from his datapad at the name the salarian medic had spoken. Turning sharply on his heels, the young deputy that originally came from C-Sec looked passed the medics at the badly injured Commander. His breath hitched as he saw her chest awkwardly lift with each breath.
Commander Shepard was alive?!
The turian made a hasty exit from the medics tent, in hopes of finding some form of communication to his superiors. This was something his people- no; the galaxy needed to know. The hero who saved them from mass genocide was alive!
What started as a single gasp, turned to harsh breaths.
That was all that was needed.
It has been sometime since I felt the muse to write anything, and well, having just been able to go through all Mass Effect games with added content, it inspired me to write this little story up. It will be short and no doubt mushy as all hell.
FemShep x Garrus
Next: [link]
R&R is always welcomed!
Characters all belong to Bioware
FemShep x Garrus
Next: [link]
R&R is always welcomed!
Characters all belong to Bioware
© 2013 - 2024 Safyras
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fantastic first chapter! The way you describe her lack of coherance after such a trauma to her body is very imaginative, and sounds accurate, to me at least. Nicely done. 