Post by john marcus claxon jr. on Aug 22, 2011 20:09:51 GMT -5
Jack thumbed the remote clipped to his shirt, turning up the volume of his MP3 player to drown out jingling of the wolfhound mix's harness as they ran. She was an enormous shaggy creature he was fostering for the local shelter, where she'd been given the unlikely monicker of "Tuna". When he'd picked her up she'd been rather pathetic, skinny and unused to concepts like staircases, but she had come a long way since then. Now all that was left was to teach her some manners and she was ready to be adopted out.
The 28 year old was attracting a few odd stares, but he ignored them as he and Tuna rounded the lake. In their shoes probably would have stared at someone running in long sleeves in this kind of heat too, but the alternative was letting the scars on his arms show, and Jack wasn't up to the kind of looks those attracted.
He was so intent on his music that he didn't notice the heart monitor on his wrist had begun to beep. It wasn't until he felt a sudden wave of dizziness and a familiar smothering sensation in his chest that he realized his heart was racing. He stopped immediately, plucking the earbuds from his ears. Tuna also skidded to a halt, clearly confused.
Jack sank to one knee, fumbling for the meds in his cargo shorts with one shaking hand with the other clasped to his aching chest. The heart monitor, a clever little device which looked like a wrist watch with metal studs on the edge, was flashing "122 bpm" and continuing to beep. Not good, but not so bad he would need to go to the ER. Damn, overdid it again... he thought, as irritated with himself as his treacherous heart. He Tuna, unsure of what was happening but certain it wasn't good, began to whine.
The 28 year old was attracting a few odd stares, but he ignored them as he and Tuna rounded the lake. In their shoes probably would have stared at someone running in long sleeves in this kind of heat too, but the alternative was letting the scars on his arms show, and Jack wasn't up to the kind of looks those attracted.
He was so intent on his music that he didn't notice the heart monitor on his wrist had begun to beep. It wasn't until he felt a sudden wave of dizziness and a familiar smothering sensation in his chest that he realized his heart was racing. He stopped immediately, plucking the earbuds from his ears. Tuna also skidded to a halt, clearly confused.
Jack sank to one knee, fumbling for the meds in his cargo shorts with one shaking hand with the other clasped to his aching chest. The heart monitor, a clever little device which looked like a wrist watch with metal studs on the edge, was flashing "122 bpm" and continuing to beep. Not good, but not so bad he would need to go to the ER. Damn, overdid it again... he thought, as irritated with himself as his treacherous heart. He Tuna, unsure of what was happening but certain it wasn't good, began to whine.
