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Running Into Terror. ... (Part One) (Tragedy At The Boston Marathon) by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Rated "PG" by the Author.
A man is injured in a bomb blast at the finish of the Boston Marathon but manages to survive. This is his story.
Whoever thought that a fun outing with friends would turn into disaster?
That is exactly what happened to me the other day. I was taking part in the annual Boston Marathon, running with friends. It was a beautiful early spring day: the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and people were laughing, talking, just having a great time, when there was a loud BOOM just as the last of the competitors were crossing the finish line ... and total chaos aftrerwards.
I don't remember much; I was rather close to where the explosion occurred. I was surprised to find myself flying through the air, then hitting the ground, then nothing ... when I came to, I was shocked to find myself in a hospital bed, a nurse standing over me, checking my signs. I was confused. I was at the Boston Marathon; what the hell was I doing in a hospital bed??
I hurt all over: it felt as if I ran ten Boston Marathons. My body screamed and begged for mercy. It was some of the worst pain I had ever experienced.
When I asked my wife what had happened, she said that it had been a suspected terror attack. I blew it off; I thought it had been a case of unfortunate luck. Unfortunately, as more and more news reports surfaced, the fact that it could have been a terror attack loomed a distinct possibility. Now the next order of business was to find the person (or persons) responsible and capture them before any more damage could be done. The entire city of Boston, Massachusetts, was under a lockdown; I didn't have to worry: I was in a lockdown of my own, stuck in a hospital bed, bandaged from head to toe (or so it seemed); it was hard to move around.
And it was hard to put up with the pain. What hurt worst of all: my legs. They were still there, but they were bandaged up. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me (or it was the medication talking) because they somehow looked shorter than usual; I wasn't sure as to what I was really seeing. That was when a wave of excruciating pain slammed into my brain and I mercifully passed out.
Unless you were there or have experienced injury from a bomb, this is a tough write. I don't think anyone at the blast site were, “flying through the air.” Most were cut down (knocked down as shrapnel hit their legs) and rendered unconscious by the concussion or suffered ruptured eardrums, disorientation, and/or other symptoms like shock.
People waking up from traumatic injury (in this case resulting in amputation) are heavily sedated, and while they feel awful, usually don't experience any specific pain that would cause them to pass out. If they feel worse they can be given a sedative that will put them to sleep.
Otherwise, another human interest story adding to the hundreds you have written.
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