Lights blurred into pale gray, unresponsive eyes as doctors fluttered around an unconscious teen. The room was filled with a nauseating smell of cleaning chemicals and blood. Sterile tools lay neatly beside a tray a bloody gauze. Sweat glinted off a doctors brow that was tediously working metal screws into white bone. A child had been injured, broken, and destroyed. How could the world fix the horror that laid within the soul?
-Bloo
Captain Bloo · Wed Feb 01, 2006 @ 10:12pm · 0 Comments |