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[Dinoplot] - Dated to August 14th
Aug. 14th, 2007 09:29 amIt had been too many days, really. There was clear night and there was day and there was some in-between, but Chase wasn't sure what it was anymore. There had been people to patch up, cries he heard and moved towards only to find they were never there to begin with. Around the second day, he'd tried to swim out, but that hadn't worked.
On the third day, he had wound up pushed against a tight space, his hip clawed at, his clothes tattered and torn and he couldn't make anything of them.
And now. Now he didn't even know when it was, but no one was screaming anymore, no one was shouting and he thought that just maybe, he was getting closer to getting out. He was exhausted and maybe he was seeing things, but he prayed that what he was seeing was a path, because otherwise...he didn't know what to do. All he could think about was getting back because this wasn't supposed to be the end of his life. Not this.
He wanted to work another clinic shift, play with Dixon again, see Gwen and Veronica and Bridget and hear Jay teasing him. God, he just wanted to see the Doctor. Just once more, just to tell him everything because apparently when you didn't, you got drop-kicked into dino-territory and left to fend for yourself. Maybe it'd made him soft, but he hadn't gone this long without being with the Doctor and it was driving him mad. Mad because he was worried about not seeing him, desperately worried that the Doctor was somewhere out there and he couldn't find him. What if...what if he never got to fall asleep with him, or even just wake up to him, or what if...
He was mired in what-ifs.
On the third day, he had wound up pushed against a tight space, his hip clawed at, his clothes tattered and torn and he couldn't make anything of them.
And now. Now he didn't even know when it was, but no one was screaming anymore, no one was shouting and he thought that just maybe, he was getting closer to getting out. He was exhausted and maybe he was seeing things, but he prayed that what he was seeing was a path, because otherwise...he didn't know what to do. All he could think about was getting back because this wasn't supposed to be the end of his life. Not this.
He wanted to work another clinic shift, play with Dixon again, see Gwen and Veronica and Bridget and hear Jay teasing him. God, he just wanted to see the Doctor. Just once more, just to tell him everything because apparently when you didn't, you got drop-kicked into dino-territory and left to fend for yourself. Maybe it'd made him soft, but he hadn't gone this long without being with the Doctor and it was driving him mad. Mad because he was worried about not seeing him, desperately worried that the Doctor was somewhere out there and he couldn't find him. What if...what if he never got to fall asleep with him, or even just wake up to him, or what if...
He was mired in what-ifs.
