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colddiemori · 26 days ago

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Okay, my silly attempt at a resus story. Part 1, MLM, crushed, drowning

The pain came first. Dull, tearing, throbbing in his left shoulder and spreading up his arm like molten lead. Cas gasped, and the sound caught in his throat, mixing with the dust, acrid and thick as soot. He opened his eyes, or tried to. His eyelids were stuck together, his eyelashes were covered with dust. The world was gray, dark, compressed. He was lying on his side, something heavy and unyielding pressed down on his legs, and a cold, rough stone fell on top, cutting into his ribs.

"I'm alive," flashed through his mind, dull and joyless. He tried to move. His right hand, though numb, obeyed. He wiped the dust from his face, feeling the abrasions under his fingers and the sticky warmth of blood at his temple. The left... The left hung like a whip. The attempt to tense his muscles caused such a mad, white flash of pain in his shoulder that he almost screamed. Dislocation? Fracture? It didn't matter. His arm didn't work. Period.

He began to dig. With his right hand, slowly, desperately, throwing away shards of brick, rubble, pieces of plaster. Each jerk reverberated in his injured shoulder, forcing him to bite his lip until it bled. There was little light, it came from somewhere above, obliquely, illuminating only the nearest chaos.

The air was saturated with the smell of destruction: dust, dampness, something chemical, sweetish and nauseating. And also... water. Cold water seeping through the cracks, already flooding his torso.He dug like a mole, blinded by instinct. Minutes? Hours? Time did not exist, only pain, fear and effort. Finally, the pressure on his legs eased. He managed to pull them up, wriggle out from under the main rubble. Groans came out of his throat on their own as he crawled, using one good hand and his knees, out of his stone tomb into... into a semblance of space.He raised his head, cleared his throat.

They were in the basement. Or what was left of it. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, creating a slope of rubble that went down into the black, still water that had already risen about a meter and a half. The water was dark, oily, covered with a dusty film. And then he saw.At the very edge of the water, where the pile of rubble went into the blackness, a head stuck out. Just the top.

Dark, wet hair, stuck together. And nothing else. No face, no shoulders. The man was crushed from above by a heavy concrete slab, tilted, but not completely collapsed. It pressed him down, into the icy water. And the water level was already above his head. Above the crown of his head - a thin, barely noticeable layer of air, no more than a centimeter. Air bubbles swayed weakly on the surface near his hair.Cas's heart stopped. Then it started beating so hard that the pain in his shoulder faded.

Lucas.

They fought. Angrily, furiously, right there, above, at the very opening to the basement. A stupid argument about money, about a debt, which turned into a brawl. Cas remembered the rage, remembered the push - strong, desperate, with a turn. He remembered Lucas's frightened eyes, his step back ... into the void where the floor should have been. That terrible crunch, crash, scream, cut off by a splash.It was me ... It was me who pushed him. The thought struck like an electric shock. Not fear of punishment. Not remorse. First - the purest, primal horror: I am a murderer.

And then, on top of the horror, a surge of adrenaline rushed through him, so powerful that Cas jumped up, forgetting about the pain. Lucas! He's there! He's going to drown! Now!

He ran to the place. The water was up to his waist. The slab lay at an angle, one edge resting on a pile of garbage, the other going under the water, pressing Lucas to the bottom. Cas pressed his good hand against the cold, rough concrete. He strained all his muscles. Nothing. The slab didn't move a millimeter. It was monstrously heavy. He dove. The cold burned his face. The water was murky, he could only see vague outlines. Cas grabbed Lucas's shoulder under the water, pulled with all his might. The body didn't move. Stuck. Cas surfaced, desperately gulping air. He dove again. He felt the slab with his hand, tried to put his fingers under it, to find a lever. It was no use. He punched the slab with his fist, the only working one, until the pain made him come up screaming.There were almost no bubbles at the top of Lucas's head. Cas looked around with a wild gaze. And he saw a long, rusty piece of reinforcement sticking out of the rubble nearby. He grabbed it with his good hand. Heavy, awkward. The water was in the way. He ducked under the slab, rested the end of the reinforcement on the place where the slab lay on another piece of debris. He pressed his feet against the bottom, his back against the slab. And began to press.With a crack that shifted the stones around, the slab rose slightly! Five millimeters, no more! But it was enough! Cas released the reinforcement, rushed to Lucas, grabbed his jacket and pulled him towards himself with all the despair of the doomed.

Lucas's body came free from under the slab with a squelching sound and floated up, limp as a rag doll. Cas, choking, dragged him toward the slope of the rubble, up, toward the meager light. Finally, he pulled him out onto a relatively dry place, onto a pile of bricks under a broken vault."Lucas? Lucas, do you hear me?!"

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