Steve felt something cold and thick slide down his throat . His nose burned as it was forced deeper and he coughed, trying to dislodge it. Someone forcibly held his jaw, and continued to feed the tube down inside him. Steve opened his mouth to scream, and felt A thick tube go down his windpipe. Hot air seared his lungs, and Steve's eyes watered in protest. All he could see above him were searing lights and a shape of a man. Steve tried to snatch at the shadow, anything to make the intrusion down his throat stop. But his hands caught at the wrists. Suddenly the large tube hit something inside his lungs and Steve began to cough up water violently. It flooded the tube and gurgled up with sporadic gasps. A high pitched beeping assaulted his ears and he thrashed side to side, trying anything to breathe again. A vacuum whirred and Steve really couldn't breathe as fluid was sucked from his lungs. He fought the process, the desire for air so strong that he became an animal, thrashing violently and biting down on the tube in an effort to sever it. Something sharp and metal was wedged into his mouth, and Steve felt teeth crack as his jaw was forced open. His chest heaved in effort to gain any trace of air, but the suction pulled his diaphragm up. His back arched clear off the table and he twisted to the side, trying to gain any leverage. His back slammed back down, and Steve's hands clawed at the bed. His fingers were going numb, and his vision black. His head swam and lolled to the side. Please. Steve begged with his eyes. Please let me breathe! A small two tone beep echoed in his empty head, and with a punch to the gut, the hot air returned to him. Steve greedily sucked in breath after breath of metallic air. He gasped several times,... ... middle of paper ... ...breathe-" Steve fought as Jarvis gripped his jaw. Jarvis grinned. "Yes you can breathe without it. but your lungs are saturated with ice crystals, and I disagree with your voice. It grates on Tony's ears." He forced the metal bit back into Steve's mouth and he gagged on the metal taste. "No- no Jarvis wait please-" Steve begged and slowly began to feed the tube back into Steve. His throat was forced open roughly, and he gagged as it brushed the back of his soft palate. down and deep it went, sitting into Steve's chest like a dead weight. His skin crawled and he arched his chest in a futile attempt to dislodge the foreign body. Steve looked pleadingly to the mechanical man. "Bruce should be back in a few days. I suggest you take the time to rest." Jarvis rolled his mechanical eye and slammed the door behind him. Steve heard the chain rattle as it was locked again.
It was a dream fall, my body languid and fastidious as to where to land, until the floor became impatient and smashed up to meet me. A moment later I came to. An hypnotic voice said FIVE emphatically. And I lay there, hazily watching a dark red spot of my own blood shaping itself into a butterfly, glistening and soaking into the soiled gray world of the canvas” (Ellison 25).
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“I hope you return soon, Lady Sophia.” The man straightened his back and extended his arm parallel to the door.
The next job was an early firefighter, whose only equipment was a man-powered helmet that had fresh air pumped into it by a contraption called a bellows from outside the building so that the wearer could breathe. The firefighter helmet was very heavy, bulky, and awkward and the wearer couldn’t see the ground due to the rectangular eye windows that didn’t allow sight below eye level. There were two more jobs that went along with the firefighter. One job was the Pumper, who stood outside and pumped on the bellows with their foot in order to pump air to the firefighter helmet. If they stopped pumping, then the firefighter would suffocate and die. The next job is the climber, who’s only equipment was a long ladder that...
He screamed unceasingly, not for minutes but for hours. For the last three days he screamed incessantly. It was unendurable. I cannot understand how I bore it; you could hear him three rooms off. Oh, what I have suffered!"
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
were trying to move an old woman to the infirmary, “but between her broken gasps for breath
The salty sweat drips off of the tip of her nose. Her mind is crying out for help; searching all over for a distraction. “You don’t have to do this!” Ignoring the fact she is one of the best soul singers alive, she finds herself sitting in her dressing room, ready to shoot up. With only twenty minutes to spare, she quickly grabs an elastic head band. “Tie it tighter! It will work faster. Better.” Her arm bulges out a bright blue vein. Grabbing the lighter, she lights the bottom of the spoon until the sight of liquid appears to be hot. Looking at the clock, she knows there is only ten minutes left. She places the lip of the needle on the spoon and grabs every drop of liquid in sight. Before she knew it, her hand was moving towards the vein. The needle is screaming to puncture the skin. Her mind is yelling, telling her there’s a better way out but her body is saying otherwise. It’s over. Her body took control and her mind is now relaxed. Chills approach her body as a knock at the door yells “LETS GO! IT’S SHOW TIME!”
Since he had so much downtime he had added his name to a volunteer list of emergency ambulance calls. Gary and his wife had lived in very small prairie town in the middle of of a farm country. With one hamy-down ambulance that the city had given them since they had bought new ones. They had answered calls to car accidents ,farming accidents,gun accidents,poisonings,and a very good amount of heart attacks. He would usually go alone or sometimes with another man who had also volunteered to answer emergency ambulance calls. He recalls that he has seen at least a dozen heart attack victims in the last year. Sometimes the distance were so long that he could not make it. If he did they had to wait at most an hour or maybe longer for the flight for life helicopter. One day he can remember was one day a woman called and said” quick it's my Harvey he is having chest pains again”. He got in the car should of got there in twenty minutes but he got there fourteen by driving like a crazy person. Then saw the man with a weird smile as if trying to say sorry for the difficulty. The wife had also gave him a look like thank god you're here save him please the gray look on him was bad. When he tried to put him on his back he jolted for some reason as if he was getting hit by electricity became stiff and fell on the ground. He told the wife to call for the chopper. Then bent
I heard a soft thud to my right and saw Cody. His forehead had been split open and there was blood leaking all the way to his eye. The force of the wave had blown his head right into the wheel, gashing open his left eyebrow and nose.(186)
the story, he decides to take another shower in which “His breath sputtered and noises hopped
He put the cup up to his mouth and took an enormous gulp. The children in the room giggled as he ferociously clawed at his tongue to try to get rid of the burning feeling. A woman in the room stood and walked over to Jonas and blew gently across the top of the cup. Jonas took another sip, but was more careful to take small amounts this time. He felt the drink flowing through his veins.
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
My stomach retched, my throat dry, had I got myself into this mess? A distant thud echoed across the cold, hard floor, ricocheting into my ear. Someone was coming.
He tried to reach in his sleeve and grab the substance he missed and it fell on the floor. Luckily, a single drop had gone into the cut opening. He felt a painful death as if he was on fire because it was a strong potion that any dose could kill you and the smaller the dose the less quickly. He was like that for an hour before someone checked on him. The venom had already circulated through his bloodstream. He was left there to die. For 5 nights and 6 days, he burned in agony and just when he thought it would stop it became worse. He eventually thought that he was dead but knew that his luck would not be that good.