Author's Note:
This is more of a booklet that I'll to work through my writer's block. Nothing will be chronological unless I mark otherwise. Any arcs will be labeled in the table of contents.
Thanks for reading!
"… best to let it go…"
"No improvement…"
"—stay like this."
Sound came in awkward, stilted instances and her eyelids were cemented shut with no light penetrating through the thin skin. It would have been poetic if she didn't feel so damn numb. There was literally no pain—she felt certain that she had died because there was no reason for her to live through that and feel nothing. As a matter of fact, she was expecting to be in full-fledged body spasms with hospital workers swarming around her, trying to revive a body that had given up.
"… something, then."
She must be dead. Death was pretty annoying if all she could see was darkness and hear strange phrases and words coming out of nowhere. No heaven or hell, just like she and Spencer had argued about.
Ow. The missing pain from earlier manifested itself into a deep ache. Guilt and grief assaulted her as she thought about her raggedy man. Leaving him hadn't been her choice, and her body certainly hadn't given a fuck about emotional ties. Blood had poured out of her at an alarming rate and she was surprised that she had even stayed alive long enough to see him again. Blood loss was funny that way, she supposed.
"That kid—"
"Would be devastated."
If she had the ability to frown, she would have. Why should she give a shit about what anyone is dealing with. This was her death and she would lament what she wanted. She began to feel overwhelmed as light began to blind her and a cacophony bombarded her hearing.
"We can't stay here, we need to move on."
"We need to give it a little more time, Aaron. Give him a little more time."
"Shut… up." Her voice was hoarse and weak, going unheard. She was able to blearily take in her surroundings, noting a red button to her side. If it was a button and it was red then the consequences could go either way. Pressing the button forcefully, she waited for some sort of calamity to befall her and send her back to the dark, sensory deprived sleep she had been in.
A person in white came to the doorway, thankfully breaking up the two people disturbing her. As they all, for some godforsaken reason, approached her, her eyes slid shut and she welcomed the darkness.