Sleep Deprivation [Ossac/Amber]

[Amber Craze James]

I'M FALLING IN THE BLACK.

SLIPPING THROUGH THE CRACKS.

FALLING TO THE DEPTHS, CAN I EVER GO BACK?
DREAMING OF THE WAY IT USED TO BE... [/center][/color]

Amber, honestly, was pushing herself to the breaking point. The infirmary was so packed with campers that she had stayed there through the night. She hadn't slept good in a month, st the least. She had always had sleeping problems, but usually ATLEAST got four hours of sleep each night. But recently, it had been three hours of sleep a night, at most. She probably could have functioned if she wasn't forced to work in the infermary all day, therefor tiring her out. And it didn't help that she had only had some water and a bagel in the last... what, twenty hours? Seemed like more than that to usually hyper Apollo child.

Her stomach grumbled as she tried to give the patient their meds. The patient was unconcious, so that was a little difficult. Amber could feel her bones aching, her feet crying to sit down, and her stomach aching for food. After this, she thought, I am taking a break. Honestly, she needed it. I mean, she really did need a break, or else she would fall on the ground and not be able to get back up for a few hours. She might pass out. There where so many problems that came from overworking and exhaustion, and she felt on the verge of feeling one of them.

She stuck the medicine drip in the patients arm, then turned, her feet protesting the movement. Amber walked over to a empty chair, taking a seat. She found that for a moment, her feet felt even more tired when she was sitting down. That probably meant that, you know, blood was getting to them. She sighed and moved to a more comfterble position in the chair. She probably looked lazy and difficult to anyone who hadn't been there as long as she had, and even to some people that hadn't. But right now, laziness and being judged sounded really nice.

Turning her head, she saw a sickie ask for water. Amber, suddenly interested (the exhaustion was getting to her), sat and waited for someone to get the sickie some. When no one did, the blond girl felt guilty. She decided that doing one more thing couldn't hurt, after all, she just sat down and that probably rested her enough to do one quick thing. The truth was that her feet where hurting more the more she kept sitting, and her subconcious said get off of them. She was lying to herself, accidentally, of course. Sleep deprivation causes you to do a lot of things to yourself.

Amber put her hands on the arm of the chair and stood up. Instantly, she knew she had made a mistake, because stars danced in her vision. Getting up that quickily must have pushed her body to the limit. Her knees buckled under her, darkness edged into her vision, and the stars covered her whole range of vision. She no longer could support herself, so she reached out to grab something, but nothing was there, so she fell on the ground. She was unconsious before her head even hit the hard concrete floor.

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CAN YOU HEAR ME?

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Notes Why does AnnaSophia have to have so many cheerful gifs that I can't use for graphics!? It took me an hour to find the picture/make the text for this thread... wow... I just realized how sad that sounds... /has no life/
Credits Lyrics to Falling in the Black by Skillet, the temppie for me.
Tagged Ossac/Rev
Muse I'm going to die from muse overload. T.T
Words 519

[Ossac Aero Edyn]

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[brown]STEP ONE YOU SAY WE NEED TO TALK[/brown]
[teal]HE WALKS[/teal]
YOU SAY SIT DOWN IT'S JUST A TALK

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Today was yet another busy day in the infirmary for Ossac. New HalfBloods were dropping sick with the mysterious blotch sickness every hour. It was insane. Every day had been long with minimal time for sleep, eating, and other breaks. Ossac had been working pretty much around the clock for the past few weeks. The most ready he typically got was a few minutes passed out in a chair and every once in a while he'd get the opportunity to shove a granola bar down his throat. Coffee had quickly become one of his best friends. Not that he wasn't without help, anyone that could help was. The whole camp kinda had to pitch together for this and being the head of the entire operation was stressful and tiring. And so far, today was hit like every other day so far for the past couple months. But that was about to change. Today, things got personal.

When a nymph rushed up and told him that Amber had collapsed and was conscious, he set off like a bullet to the room where he had stationed her. He rushed up two flights of stairs and rushed into where he knew she would be. There was a cluster of people and nature sports around her, seemingly attempting to help. [teal]"Everyone move!! Now!!"[/teal] he shouted as he bustled forward. When everyone saw who it was who'd said it, they backed away. You don't just ignore the Head of Infirmary like that. 

When Ossac made it to his sister's side, he knelt and checked her pulse. She was still breathing at least. He glanced up at her head and saw a few drops of blood in her blonde hair.cursed aloud. She was really hurt. What had caused it?

Seeing a single empty cot in the room, Ossac lifted her from the ground and carried her over to it and set her down. Sighing, he went through the farmiliar motions of healing. He felt awful. He was the only son of Apollo at camp and so he was kinda the big brother for all his sisters and he tended to get protective. He felt that that Amber had gotten Hurt at all. He wanted to know who or what had caused this.

 When he had done all he could for his unconscious sister, he stayed amd sat by her bedside, andwaited for her to wake once again. When she finally did he leaned forward [teal]"Hey, Amber.You're head is hurt, don't move. If you need anything just tell me. I think you're gonna be okay.[/teal] he paused and Tried to smile at her then began again, smile fading a bit [teal]"How did you get hurt?"[/teal] he asked, anxiously awaiting a reply.

   

[brown]HE SMILES POLITELY BACK AT YOU[/brown]
YOU STARE POLITELY RIGHT ON THROUGH

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Words: 469
Muse: help me. Plz. It can't die. 
Notes: Uhhhhhh... Yeah. Have fun.

[Amber Craze James]

I'M FALLING IN THE BLACK.

SLIPPING THROUGH THE CRACKS.

FALLING TO THE DEPTHS, CAN I EVER GO BACK?
DREAMING OF THE WAY IT USED TO BE... [/center][/color]

A blinding pain peirced Amber's head. It was like there was strobe lighting in her eyelids, as she saw the red light and then faded in and out of comatose, while keeping her eyes closed the whole time. She fought to go to sleep. She just wanted the pain to end! It felt like something was running a knife through her brain. When her eyes flickered open, everying was blurry. She finally found herslef staring up into the face of her half brother, Ossac.

When Ossac said that he thought she was going to be okay, Amber's eyes widened. "You... you think?" She said. It made her nervouse. She kept getting horrible images of her confined to a wheelchair her whole life because of spinal damage. Ossac asked how she got hurt, and Amber just stared at him. "Well, I feel awesome. Thanks for asking." She said snidely, her head still throbbing. Come to think of it, she didn't remember much. All she remembered is a poor, pale face calling for water, then her knees buckled and things went black. She had fainted, and at the moment she despretly wanted water. "I need water.." She accidentally said aloud.

Amber yawned and felt herself start to fade back into unconciousness. She fought it, moving around slightly and struggling to keep her eyes open. She clenched her hands together, then clenched her eyes shut, trying not too fall back asleep. She faded for several seconds, then jerked violently awake. She needed to stay awake. Tarterus, who knows if she would ever wake up if she let herself slip into unconsiousness? She wan't going to take that chance. She was a fighter, and she could keep herself alive for just a little longer.

Her eyes remained wired onto Ossac, trying nto to black out. I mean, come on! She had gone so long with so little sleep, and BAM. She was asleep when she didn't want to be. Oh, how great a life it would be if sleep just worked when you wanted it too. It would have made Amber's life a hecka lot simpler. It was just insane how the older she got the less sleep she got. Totally insane.

"...Ossac?" She suddenly found herself saying. She didn't remember deciding to talk to him about, but she knew what she was about to say. "I'm scared..." SHe said quietly, her voice little more then a whisper. What if the head injury killed her? What if it was actually a spinal injury and it made her a vegtable? Her whole life would be ruined... no more rockclimbing, no more swimming, no more... anything! A life with incapability to the point where she could barley walk didn't even seem worth living.

CAN YOU HEAR ME?

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Notes ...
Credits Lyrics to Falling in the Black by Skillet, the temppie for me.
Tagged Ossac/Rev
Muse Exploding
Words 457