Post by Michael Black on Feb 26, 2017 16:16:31 GMT
Continued From Here: stargatemeropis.proboards.com/thread/1702/episode-awakening-ch-costly-mistake?page=1&scrollTo=10066
Infirmary
Meropis
1405
Just like that, Roger Harrison had saved Michael Black's life yet again. The expert on ancient technology awoke with a jolt... Except he didn't. To all in the infirmary Michael's vital signs returned to normal and he remained unconscious and in dire need of round the clock support. But to Michael, he woke up yet again the ice cave with his feet trapped and the rest of his body hanging helplessly from the roof of the cave. He groaned with frustration, was this some sort of sick joke? Michael's head was pounding, and his ribs ached a little too but he blinked twice and consciously realised that all in all he felt a lot better than last time around. Most of the pain had either gone or was being dulled down and he felt a little bit more left fight in him.
"Right, no time to waste." Michael said to himself, promptly leaning upwards and yanking at his foot stuck in the ice once again.
And so the routine continued once again, Michael fell to the floor in a crumpled heap and dusted himself off just as the walls of the cave vibrated with the roar of the approaching beast. He ducked and rolled out of the way of the thing's claws and jumped down from the cave entrance into the white-out blizzard, wrapping his jacket up and over his mouth and nose as he did so. Michael pushed on and made agonisingly slow progress, just as his chest began to sear white hot with pain once again, but the pain passed... He took a deep breath in and felt rejuvenated enough to reach the hidden ring platform on his own two feet this time. He took a deep breath and stepped into the circle.
Michael emerged underwater, the silt and sand disturbed once more by the emergence of the ancient rings. He swam up, and up, with his lungs beginning to burn as he ran out of air. Just before he couldn't take it anymore, his head popped to the surface, he'd made it... But to where? Examining his surroundings, Michael realised he was in a deep pool at the foot of a waterfall, and the current was dragging him along... Panic set in once again is he desperately tried to crawl against the flow of the water to reach the lush, green banks that seemed miles away on either side of the enormous river. It was no use, he was being sucked along with the power of the water. Time for plan B, Michael turned his head to see where he was being dragged... And immediately wished he hadn't.
With a sensation that left his stomach up in his throat, Michael dropped. He fell down a reasonably small waterfall and splashed into the beginning of a white water run. He flailed, desperately trying to cling on to any of the rocks and stop his progress down the tumultuous water course but it was no use, the rocks where far too slippery. He heard a loud crack and felt unimaginable pain as his ribs smashed into another rock further downstream. Michael wasn't stupid, he realised that just one hit to the head on any of these rocks and he'd be a goner... And would likely wake up back in that cave and have to do it all again, what kind of fresh hell was this anyway?
There! Up ahead Michael could see his opportunity, two rocks narrowed the flow of the water between them. He spun himself round and braced his legs, shoulder width apart as he impacted with the rocks. The power of the water sent the rest of his body flying over his feet as they slammed into the rocks, but it was just enough to allow Michael some purchase atop one of them. He froze, clinging on until his knuckles went white, until he was absolutely sure he wasn't going to slip further down the rapids. Michael slowly pulled himself along the top of the jagged outcrop toward the river bank, using every ounce of strength he could muster. After a few moments he flopped down on the grass bank, soaking wet, exhausted, bloody and broken. It suddenly dawned on him that he could he a great roaring sound, louder so than the rapids themselves. He sat up gingerly, his arms shaking in exhaustion under his own body weight, and looked toward the horizon. Only a hundred meters or so ahead appeared to be an enormous waterfall, and certain death.
Pushing himself to his feet with a mighty heave, Michael thought he probably looked quite the state. He was damp, cold and had blood trickling down from the side of his head. He was limping, all of his clothes were torn to shreds and he felt like he'd just spent 24 hours on a roller coaster. Once again, the scientist examined his new surroundings. A few hundred yards away he could see another ring platform positioned just next to the river. He shook his head, refusing to believe that this hell could continue, and refusing to allow the pain and thoughts of death to consume him. With one foot after another, Doctor Black plodded slowly toward the platform. He paused and regarded it for a moment, wondering if this would finally be the end of his torture, before closing his eyes and stepping in.
Once the familiar sound of the ancient rings settling back down into the platform had finished, Michael dared open his eyes. He noticed the freezing cold sensation immediately, and the howling wind, he also found it a little harder to breath than before. Looking around, he found himself on a rocky platform facing into an impossibly deep ravine, he couldn't see the bottom for all of the snow and fog in the air but it sounded like it went down for miles. Michael turned and saw a small pathway carved into the side of what looked for all intents and purposes like Mount Everest back home. His eyes followed the small trail up, and up, and up... At the top he caught the faintest blue glimmer, was that the tell tale flicker of an open Stargate!?
Michael took one step forward to the goat trail and promptly fell flat on his face in a thin layer of snow. His eyes drifted up toward the path, but his body wouldn't move. He was done. He had to admit defeat, there was only so much fight one could have in them before their internal organs systematically shut down and they just... Stopped. Michael began to cry, weeping gently as the tears splashed down into the snow, melting a hole in the fluffy white substance beneath his face. He whimpered a plea for help, and then allowed fate to do the rest...
Infirmary
Back in the infirmary, Michael's face had a pained expression on it. His core body temperature began to drop and his heart beat had slowed drastically. Roger looked both concerned and frustrated, he had no way of knowing the peril Michael had been in and was still going through, he too was loosing the fight to keep his patient alive. If something didn't change soon they'd have to act and cut open Michael's head to account for the swelling on the brain, an act that would change the man's life forever and possibly leave him permanently disabled. Then, with his eyes still closed, Doctor Black said the first words he had said in hours..
"Fiona... Help me..."
<tag Fiona Maccafferty >
Infirmary
Meropis
1405
Just like that, Roger Harrison had saved Michael Black's life yet again. The expert on ancient technology awoke with a jolt... Except he didn't. To all in the infirmary Michael's vital signs returned to normal and he remained unconscious and in dire need of round the clock support. But to Michael, he woke up yet again the ice cave with his feet trapped and the rest of his body hanging helplessly from the roof of the cave. He groaned with frustration, was this some sort of sick joke? Michael's head was pounding, and his ribs ached a little too but he blinked twice and consciously realised that all in all he felt a lot better than last time around. Most of the pain had either gone or was being dulled down and he felt a little bit more left fight in him.
"Right, no time to waste." Michael said to himself, promptly leaning upwards and yanking at his foot stuck in the ice once again.
And so the routine continued once again, Michael fell to the floor in a crumpled heap and dusted himself off just as the walls of the cave vibrated with the roar of the approaching beast. He ducked and rolled out of the way of the thing's claws and jumped down from the cave entrance into the white-out blizzard, wrapping his jacket up and over his mouth and nose as he did so. Michael pushed on and made agonisingly slow progress, just as his chest began to sear white hot with pain once again, but the pain passed... He took a deep breath in and felt rejuvenated enough to reach the hidden ring platform on his own two feet this time. He took a deep breath and stepped into the circle.
Michael emerged underwater, the silt and sand disturbed once more by the emergence of the ancient rings. He swam up, and up, with his lungs beginning to burn as he ran out of air. Just before he couldn't take it anymore, his head popped to the surface, he'd made it... But to where? Examining his surroundings, Michael realised he was in a deep pool at the foot of a waterfall, and the current was dragging him along... Panic set in once again is he desperately tried to crawl against the flow of the water to reach the lush, green banks that seemed miles away on either side of the enormous river. It was no use, he was being sucked along with the power of the water. Time for plan B, Michael turned his head to see where he was being dragged... And immediately wished he hadn't.
With a sensation that left his stomach up in his throat, Michael dropped. He fell down a reasonably small waterfall and splashed into the beginning of a white water run. He flailed, desperately trying to cling on to any of the rocks and stop his progress down the tumultuous water course but it was no use, the rocks where far too slippery. He heard a loud crack and felt unimaginable pain as his ribs smashed into another rock further downstream. Michael wasn't stupid, he realised that just one hit to the head on any of these rocks and he'd be a goner... And would likely wake up back in that cave and have to do it all again, what kind of fresh hell was this anyway?
There! Up ahead Michael could see his opportunity, two rocks narrowed the flow of the water between them. He spun himself round and braced his legs, shoulder width apart as he impacted with the rocks. The power of the water sent the rest of his body flying over his feet as they slammed into the rocks, but it was just enough to allow Michael some purchase atop one of them. He froze, clinging on until his knuckles went white, until he was absolutely sure he wasn't going to slip further down the rapids. Michael slowly pulled himself along the top of the jagged outcrop toward the river bank, using every ounce of strength he could muster. After a few moments he flopped down on the grass bank, soaking wet, exhausted, bloody and broken. It suddenly dawned on him that he could he a great roaring sound, louder so than the rapids themselves. He sat up gingerly, his arms shaking in exhaustion under his own body weight, and looked toward the horizon. Only a hundred meters or so ahead appeared to be an enormous waterfall, and certain death.
Pushing himself to his feet with a mighty heave, Michael thought he probably looked quite the state. He was damp, cold and had blood trickling down from the side of his head. He was limping, all of his clothes were torn to shreds and he felt like he'd just spent 24 hours on a roller coaster. Once again, the scientist examined his new surroundings. A few hundred yards away he could see another ring platform positioned just next to the river. He shook his head, refusing to believe that this hell could continue, and refusing to allow the pain and thoughts of death to consume him. With one foot after another, Doctor Black plodded slowly toward the platform. He paused and regarded it for a moment, wondering if this would finally be the end of his torture, before closing his eyes and stepping in.
Once the familiar sound of the ancient rings settling back down into the platform had finished, Michael dared open his eyes. He noticed the freezing cold sensation immediately, and the howling wind, he also found it a little harder to breath than before. Looking around, he found himself on a rocky platform facing into an impossibly deep ravine, he couldn't see the bottom for all of the snow and fog in the air but it sounded like it went down for miles. Michael turned and saw a small pathway carved into the side of what looked for all intents and purposes like Mount Everest back home. His eyes followed the small trail up, and up, and up... At the top he caught the faintest blue glimmer, was that the tell tale flicker of an open Stargate!?
Michael took one step forward to the goat trail and promptly fell flat on his face in a thin layer of snow. His eyes drifted up toward the path, but his body wouldn't move. He was done. He had to admit defeat, there was only so much fight one could have in them before their internal organs systematically shut down and they just... Stopped. Michael began to cry, weeping gently as the tears splashed down into the snow, melting a hole in the fluffy white substance beneath his face. He whimpered a plea for help, and then allowed fate to do the rest...
Infirmary
Back in the infirmary, Michael's face had a pained expression on it. His core body temperature began to drop and his heart beat had slowed drastically. Roger looked both concerned and frustrated, he had no way of knowing the peril Michael had been in and was still going through, he too was loosing the fight to keep his patient alive. If something didn't change soon they'd have to act and cut open Michael's head to account for the swelling on the brain, an act that would change the man's life forever and possibly leave him permanently disabled. Then, with his eyes still closed, Doctor Black said the first words he had said in hours..
"Fiona... Help me..."
<tag Fiona Maccafferty >
