A/N: Another in Sam's point of view. And I guarantee you didn't see this one coming!
I suddenly felt heavy. Like I was made out of pieces of iron. None of my limbs would even twitch at my command. My chest and lungs were forced to expand only to collapse a moment later. It happened again and I was just able to make out the sound of air being forced through a small container. There was a steady beeping noise that was actually rather maddening after a moment.
I suddenly became aware of the pain spiking through my chest. Small needles digging into my chest every few seconds. I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn't no matter how hard I tried.
There was muttering nearby. Someone was talking in a low voice but I couldn't make any sense of the noise. Suddenly a hand wrapped around my jaw gently and I could feel tape being removed. I never felt things before. Something was pulled out of my throat from my mouth, making me almost gag and choke, though my muscles wouldn't move.
The pressure pushing my chest upwards faded and I fell even more still than before. After only a moment my chest started burning with pain. If felt like my ribs were beginning to crush my insides. I struggled for a second before I was able to force my lungs to expand and ease the crushing sensation. As soon as it did I let it go, finding it strangely unnatural.
But the burning crushing feeling returned. I forced myself to inhale air again to relieve the pressure. But I couldn't hold it for long and I soon was making an uneven rhythm before I realized that…I was breathing. I didn't breath!
The pain in my chest was easing every few seconds before I noticed it matched the annoying beeps. I had a pulse! I began to panic immediately. I forgot to take breaths and my lungs were burning as I tried to make the pulse, which had skyrocketed, to slow down so that it wouldn't hurt as much.
Something burned inside the veins of my arm, the vaguely familiar feel of chemicals being forced into the bloodstream. And slowly my panic ebbed away. The drugs were affecting me. That wasn't right. They weren't supposed to do that anymore. I was dead!
I stopped trying to ease the burning of my lungs and focused completely on my eyelids. Slowly I managed to open them just wide enough to see a bewildered doctor with thick glasses standing over me. I let my eyes close again as the burning became too much to handle and I had to take another breath. 'Dieu, what's happening to me?' I thought as I focused only on finding a solid rhythm for breathing. It didn't feel right anymore and I was finding it very difficult to do.
"Amazing." I heard someone say. It sounded far away, or as if someone had stuffed cotton into my ears. "…this is remarkable."
"I thought there was no chance of recovery." Someone else said, sounding even further away than the first voice. "You said he'd never wake up! You said he was brain dead!"
"I can't explain it…it shouldn't be possible."
I spread myself as far as I could inside this new mind and found that nobody was there but me. Whoever it was that I was inside, must have been brain dead. It was the only way that I could slip into someone's body without being fought for control. But the body hadn't died yet.
Someone took a hold of my hand and I noticed how warm it felt. My own hand was like ice. "…can you hear me?" The person asked softly. "If you can hear me, try to squeeze my hand."
I abandoned my attempts to breath and focused instead on her command. I put every bit of energy I could find to moving my hand. My lungs were burning and my eyes began to water slightly before I was able to twitch my finger closer to the other person's hand. After that I quickly went back to focusing on breathing. Apparently, I could only do one thing at a time in this body.
I was highly tempted to stay in this body, where I could be possibly be alive again, but I knew that it would probably only cause problems. I stopped trying to breath and focused on feeling light and airy.
It was hard to focus on the feeling what with my lungs burning so fiercely. My body was just starting to fall away when I couldn't take the burning any longer and lost my concentration in favor of easing the need for air.
Suddenly one eye was pried open and a bright light was shone into it. The harsh light sent glass shards digging into my brain and I tried to close my eye, though I was utterly unable to. "What's happened to his eye?!" someone gasped loudly.
"I don't know." Someone different said.
I was actually able to manage a groan. This was not good. Apparently, my eyes had continued to appear the gold and green with slit pupil, which was most assuredly not what this boy had gone into a coma with. The last thing I wanted was to be the showcase of mutant existence.
"Perhaps, I can explain." A familiar voice interrupted suddenly.
~Sam, are you there?~
~Professeur! I don't know what happened!~
"Who are you?" Someone asked, sounding a rather angry.
"I am Professor Charles Xavier." The Professor introduced. "I'm afraid something rather…difficult to explain has happened."