Chapter 2 – A heart of fear.
The dark halls of my mind echoed with distant, uncompressible, yet loud voices, some were whispering in feathery sadness, others aguishly screamed at me, accusing me of faults that I have conceived. Shadows dripped from the ceiling, accumulating in black sticky puddles that swirled with unseen forces. The voices started coming closer and closer, slowing I began to understand.
"...Shepard come back..."
"...She's going to be fine..."
"...She better be or I will..."
"...I must inform the Illusive man..."
"...Liara, she is resting..."
"...I HAVE TO OPERATE..."
"...SHEPARD, YOUR GOING TO BE FINE..."
"...don't leave me..."
"...YOU SAID SHE WOULD BE FINE..."
"...I AM SORRY..."
"...HMMM, IRREVIRSBLE DAMAGE..."
"...Weak..."
"...NO. NO. NO. NONO. NONONONOOO..."
"...This is all my fault..."
"...She trusted you the most, you must continue her legacy..."
"...I am so sorry... Jane...
My elliptical vision slowly returned to me as the light of days missed burned my skull. I was alive. The tendrils of shadow had all but disappeared from my sight. I blinked away the prickly sleep from my sore eyes.
I looked up at the cold grey ceiling, trying desperately to match it, for it tugged at my memory sharply. The Normandy. Relief flooded the oceans of my consciousness, exhaling my built up fear that had been accumulating all the while, I relaxed into the sheets of the med bays bed.
It was now I heard the muffled voices speaking outside the door. "She is strong it is possible that with enough rehab she could overcome this." The familiar voice of Dr Chakwas sifted through.
"But how long will that take, weeks, months... years. We needed her now." The cold calculating Miranda piped up.
"You speak of her as if she was dead."
"I didn't spend two years of my life rebuilding her just so one of her supposed friends could destroy her life."
"NOW DONT YOU BRING GARRUS INTO THIS... he is tormented enough without you reminding him."
The quarrelling pair started to whisper, I tried to turn my head to see if I could hear the two, yet I couldn't. It wouldn't respond. I tried again, yet all that came was a numbness where a fire should burn. It was like forgetting to walk, YET WORSE. I couldn't move. Fear took me and I tried to thrash my body into submission, yet it was resolute on doing nothing. My heart was in my throat chocking me with my own terror. I screamed, like I have never screamed before, it pierced a sword through my own ears, making them ring with chaotic thunder. I heard the hiss of the med bay doors open yet i did not stop. I could not stop. Even when the soft caring hands tried to sooth me back to obliviousness, but i wouldn't go. The instruments that lined around blared with terrific music that accompanied my pained screams. Like an orchestra from the bowls of hell itself.
"SEDATE HER" someone ordered amongst the music of my fear.
I felt nothing, no prick of the needle, not even the cold liquid seep into my veins. Only the numbness. It was maddening. Slowly I drifted into a nightmarish sleep on the cusp of reality, retuning to my temple of solitude where the voices began anew.
"...I am sorry..."