30 DAYS OF SHEP WHUMP DAY 8 - EARTH
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x_erikah_xSo, I'm exhausted and I'm really sure this one has lots of mistakes. Each time I read I changed half a dozen verbs... Anyway, here it is:
Prompt #8: Earth
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Word Count: 400
Earth
By ErikaHK
John limped badly on his way back to the gate. The rain had decreased significantly and all that was left of it was an annoying drizzle that didn't seem to go away. He was freezing cold, wet and, to top it all off, covered in mud. He held off a wince each time he stepped with his left foot, his sprained ankle the most horrible one he had ever had in his life.
Of all the reasons for him to need to go to the infirmary after a mission, a sprain wasn't exactly the most honorable one. It was something he would expect from Rodney or some other geek, but not from the military commander of the lost city of Atlantis. And the fact that he had to hold off tears every time he walked only made it all worse. He wanted to beg for a small stop, but didn't want to lose his last bit of dignity. No, he just wanted to get the hell out of that damn planet already.
Since first arriving on MXG-123, he knew the place was trouble. The very thin rain made everything foggy for miles and miles and Rodney had said it wouldn't stop anytime soon. Then there were the mud pockets, the lakes of slimy brown water, the hidden holes on the ground, and the slippery ravines that had 'trap' written all over them.
Of course, when they had first arrived, John had thought Rodney would be the one getting in trouble. For that reason, John had kept a close eye on his friend and had forgotten to watch his own path.
He was really damn lucky for not having a broken foot. That hole had been deep and narrow, so when he had tripped on it, his foot got stuck and didn't let go. Not even when he had lost his balance and fallen down that muddy ravine.
So, there he was. Miserable, cold, muddy, wet, whimpering and ready to hide in his bunker for at least a day.
When the team reached the DHD, all John could see in that shimmering puddle was his wish of pills, a nice and tight bandage, a hot shower, dry and clean clothes, a warm meal and a very long sleep.
Then, he would think on how to tell Woolsey that he had scratched the mission because of a pissy mood caused by mud.
The End
Prompt #8: Earth
Author:
x_erikah_xWord Count: 400
By ErikaHK
John limped badly on his way back to the gate. The rain had decreased significantly and all that was left of it was an annoying drizzle that didn't seem to go away. He was freezing cold, wet and, to top it all off, covered in mud. He held off a wince each time he stepped with his left foot, his sprained ankle the most horrible one he had ever had in his life.
Of all the reasons for him to need to go to the infirmary after a mission, a sprain wasn't exactly the most honorable one. It was something he would expect from Rodney or some other geek, but not from the military commander of the lost city of Atlantis. And the fact that he had to hold off tears every time he walked only made it all worse. He wanted to beg for a small stop, but didn't want to lose his last bit of dignity. No, he just wanted to get the hell out of that damn planet already.
Since first arriving on MXG-123, he knew the place was trouble. The very thin rain made everything foggy for miles and miles and Rodney had said it wouldn't stop anytime soon. Then there were the mud pockets, the lakes of slimy brown water, the hidden holes on the ground, and the slippery ravines that had 'trap' written all over them.
Of course, when they had first arrived, John had thought Rodney would be the one getting in trouble. For that reason, John had kept a close eye on his friend and had forgotten to watch his own path.
He was really damn lucky for not having a broken foot. That hole had been deep and narrow, so when he had tripped on it, his foot got stuck and didn't let go. Not even when he had lost his balance and fallen down that muddy ravine.
So, there he was. Miserable, cold, muddy, wet, whimpering and ready to hide in his bunker for at least a day.
When the team reached the DHD, all John could see in that shimmering puddle was his wish of pills, a nice and tight bandage, a hot shower, dry and clean clothes, a warm meal and a very long sleep.
Then, he would think on how to tell Woolsey that he had scratched the mission because of a pissy mood caused by mud.
