Inside the room, which was locked specifically to her, Ikari Shinji recovered from his newest almost-encounter with death. The concussion wasn't the worst of his injuries; if anything, it was the easiest to patch up. Two of his four broken ribs had punctured his lungs, his diaphragm was torn to such an extent that the boy had had a respirator keep him alive for the last two days. The dislocated shoulder and the shattered radius were of no consequence, again, those kinds of injuries were easy to heal, it just took time. The damage to his lungs had been extensive; his heart had been in danger at some point, a broken shard of rib bone sticking out of it. As the doctors had so casually announced, it was a miracle the boy was still alive.
— Scar Tissue, chapter 1
You wanna shoot me with a gun, cut me with a knife
Take your bare hands and rip out my eyes
You kicked me in the balls and bit me in the neck-
Hit me again, 'cause I'm not dead yet!
Take your bare hands and rip out my eyes
You kicked me in the balls and bit me in the neck-
Hit me again, 'cause I'm not dead yet!
— "Not Dead Yet" by The Bad Examples
Normally I would be dead by now. I kept thinking I was gonna run out of air. But this new body worked great. I just hoped that her [Kathrine Wells] body was working as good as mine.
— Heavy Metal, Den
BATMAN. Broken, beaten, his right leg useless, he hauls himself up the steps one at a time. He should be dead. Dried blood cakes his face, his chest.
— Batman (1989), First Draft screenplay
Every part of your body is aging rapidly. An ordinary man wouldn't even be standing by now. Snake... the only thing holding you together is the strength of your will.
—Naomi Hunter, Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns of the Patriots
Rachel was up and moving in a second, already running across the deck as if unaware that she had just killed me. Crushed my entire body like a sledgehammer landing on top of a watermelon, reducing my ribcage and pelvis to a shattered mess of fragments, forcing chunks of skull through my skin so that blood and bile and brain fluid leaked out onto the floor. She left me there on the floor, drowning in my own blood as the yeerk in my head futilely struggled to inhale using lungs that had just been popped like a pair of water balloons.
The pain alone would have killed me if the Essa 412 hadn’t been the one in control, screaming in my mind from the incomprehensible shock and agony, writhing helplessly on the inside of my cracked-open skull but still understanding how hard it had to fight to cling to life.
The pain alone would have killed me if the Essa 412 hadn’t been the one in control, screaming in my mind from the incomprehensible shock and agony, writhing helplessly on the inside of my cracked-open skull but still understanding how hard it had to fight to cling to life.
— Tom's narration, Eleutherophobia: The Day the Earth Stood Still
