The Outsiders Oneshots ✔️

Awake

•I didn't want to delete this from my one of my book's completely so I put it in my notes and kept it until now, enjoy•

Steve's POV:

Everything is dark. I can't see a thing. But... I can hear and feel. I can't move.

What's going on?

"Olivia, please hand me the knife..." a faint voice says.

After a couple of seconds, I feel the most crucial pain in my chest.

I scream for them to stop but they ignore my pleads and keep going.

"Give me the bullet extractor."

"But sir, that was used in the 1500's..."

"I know, but the bullet is lodged in a place where the other tool can not reach. As I said, give it to me."

I could feel myself wanting to throw up but I couldn't move.

I let out a bloody murder scream as I felt my insides being torn and cut. The pain was unbearable.

"STOP! PLEASE!" I scream and cry. I try to move but I can't.

"STOP! IM AWAKE!! STOP STOP STOP STOP!" I scream.

"Marie, wash the bullet and put it in he evidence bag. Olivia, hand me the Suture and Syringe."

I then feel little stings in my skin, like bee stings. The pain is bearable, but I can still feel my skin being cut open and my muscles being torn apart.

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"AHH! STOP! PLEASE STOP!" I scream, opening my eyes.

"Steve! Steve, wake up baby, you're okay!" Soda is towering over me, holding my arms down.

"Oh Soda," I start to cry and he hugs me.

"I was awake. I was awake. I could feel everything they did to me," I sob.

"What do you mean? They didn't give you the anesthesia??" He asks, holding my head in his warm hands.

"I don't know, I don't know," I bawl, holding him tightly in my arms.

"It hurt so bad, I've never experienced anything so painful in my life. I could feel them cutting open my chest and digging through my muscles to find that stupid fucking bullet," I continue, "I could feel it all. I can still feel it. My chest hurts so bad."

"Oh, baby..." he says sympathetically.

I just continued to sob until the doctor came in.

I wiped my tears and cleared my voice, "hello."

"Hello, am I interrupting-"

"Did he get anesthesia when he was put into surgery?" Soda interrupts.

"Yes he did, why do you ask?"

"He says he was awake during the surgery. How could he be awake if he was under the anesthesia?"

"Oh, gosh. I'm am so sorry. I've never actually had this happen with one of my patients," he comes over to the bed and sits in the chair.

"What he went through is called Anesthesia Awareness. It's accidental awareness during anesthesia. It's where the intentional state of complete unconsciousness is not maintained through the whole procedure," he stands up, "only 0.1% of all general anesthesia patients experience this. And... unfortunately... some of these patients are so traumatized from this experience that they take their own life. Others, they have PTSD, or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder."

"I-I would never take my own life," I stammer.

"Well that's a good thing. But you will possibly experience PTSD. I will recommend seeing a therapist to talk about flashbacks or talk to a close friend and tell them what's happening. I'll write a list of other things you can do to cope with it. Now, I'll leave you be and someone will be in later to check on you. Good day," he waves and walks out of the room.

What the hell am I supposed to do now...?

•How was this?•