Nightmarish thoughts.

Posted on Fri Jun 21st, 2019 @ 12:09am by

590 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: What Stalks The Night
Location: Crew Quarters
Timeline: Current 0240

Blood pooled at her feet, and the scent of iron and nebulized albuterol hung heavily in the air. Biting her lip, her fingers moved and blood sprayed from another artery painting her uniform and dripping heavily from between her fingers. It spread and spread covering the floor plating below her boots. The room itself seemed to get darker and darker, until all that was visible was the stark white of the marine on the table. The scream of the monitor increased to the whine of the loss of a heartbeat.

"No,no,no,no. Jack you promised..." Acacia's voice sounded in her own ears, panicy and shrill. I'm not like that in the OR. I've never been anything but calm. Custodian knows I don't panic...

"No, please..." This isn't real.

"Jack!!" Please don't be real.

Blue eyes, clouded over and unseeing cracked open as the blood stopped dripping from the table. The hand clenched its cold fingers on her arms, and shook her leaving handprints of blood on her arms.

The dream vanished in a pop as Acacia's eyes flew open and took in the dim light of the quarters she shared with Jack. Tears were bright on her cheeks as she gasped in a huge breath of air, the scream catching in her throat as she finally managed to awaken from what she'd deemed 'The Nightmare'.

No other surgery had ever affected her the way having Jack on her table had done. She'd asked him once to promise- futiley it seemed- to never grace her surgical bay. She'd been the chief of trauma surgery for over a decade, but Acacia knew all too well that this was the reason the conflict-of-interest regulations existed. A shuddering breath and she wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand.

Acacia missed having his warmth by her side, for tonight for whatever reason Jack had not come home on time. She wondered if he'd come home at all. She rose on silent feet, to walk out into the main portion of their quarters. Her relief was a palpable thing when she saw him sleeping on their couch, and she was grateful that her abrupt wake-up was merely a gasp and not a scream. Thank the Custodian

An excerpt of a lecture on calming from a panic state trickled into her mind. Find 5 things you can see. Her eyes drifted from object to object taking inventory of the things in the room while her breathing returned to something close to normal. While her chest was still heaving she laid blue eyes on her dress from the gala. Its hot pink base caught the starlight and brought a tender smile to her lips for the memory.

She ached both physically and mentally, for he'd given her everything he had in an effort, she thought, to find solace in her body. Personally, Acacia would give anything to have him look at her again, with the same heat in his eyes that he had as he peeled that dress from her body.

Sapphire eyes once more focused on the marine sleeping on the couch. Settling down beside him, Acacia slid under the blanket with her marine. Part of her hated herself for waking him, but she needed him at that moment. She was still trembling slightly, but surrounded by his scent and warmth once more she tried to sleep. Closing eyes heavy with exhaustion and tears she thought to Jack. I love you.

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