"Give her 2ccs of anesthesia," a doctor said hurriedly.
Nurses were all over me; they do not know what is wrong with me. I begin to hear the high pitched sound of the heart monitor go off…my heart is failing. The doctors and nurses rush to revive me.
"Charge!," says the doctor worriedly.
"Charged," a nurse says.
I see the doctor place the defibulator on my chest and shock me.
*Phwump*
My chest jumps up in the air several inches. No heart beat.
*Phwump*
Again no heart beat.
*Phwump*
One last try…nothing.
I see myself lying with my shirt ripped open on the medical table, dead. I'm dead…how the hell did I die? What happened to me, what made this occur? I did not think I had any illness. The only thing that I ever suffered from were my migraines. I was never once sick in my entire life.
I broke down crying. I watched my doctor take off his medical gear, go through those doors everyone hates to see, walks into the room my parents were waiting in. I see the expression on the doctor's face; filled with sorrow. I know how much he must hate to tell parents that their child died. My parents see the doctor walk in, they see the look on his face, and know what happened.
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!" as my mother broke down crying.
I can't bear seeing my mother this way. I look to my father. He is just sitting there in those uncomfortable hospital chairs staring at the wall opposite of him. His face has flushed from a soft pink to a white of all whites. A single tear falls down from each eye. He cannot handle this. I can't handle this. The tears already streaming from my face burst into a mini river flowing off my face. Seeing my mom and dad like this literally tears me apart. I can't endure this any longer.
"I want to wake up!" I screamed, "Why did this happen? I'm not even dead!"
I snap out of my dream, yet, it was a reality. I open my eyes to the same eyes I woke up to before. They seem so caring and compassionate, that I can hardly think that he has something to do with taking me away from my parents. I rushed to him with a hug. I cried and cried into his chest, and did not care that he was a stranger. At the same time he felt like home to me. I knew deep in my heart that I would never be able to see my parents again. I had a reason for being here. Just him holding me felt right, he was the only one I had right now to comfort me. He was like a big brother I never had. I step back from him.
"I'm sorry if I ruined your shirt."
"It's alright, I understand Adrienne," he said with a look in his eyes that were filled with empathy for me.
As I stop shaking from my crying I ask him how he knows my name.
He replies cryptically, "I know many things about you."
"I don't even know who you are? Why I am here? Why can't I go see my parent, and tell them I'm alive?" I cried out helplessly.
"First, let's start with my name. I am Sark, Julian Sark, but I prefer to be called Sark. There are many things I can tell you, and many things I cannot at this point. I really wish I could, but at this moment you are too shaken up to cope with what you need to know."
"Who are you to tell me what and what I cannot know?" I yelled, "You have no idea what I'm going through!"
"You do have a point, but I have dealt with things you would never even comprehend."
"Yeah right."
"Get some rest right now, I can tell you need it."
"Fine"
"I'll be able to tell you in due time," he said walking towards the door, "You'll be told everything."
"Wait."
"Yes?"
"May I atleast have something to eat? I'm starving!"
"I'll have someone send you a plate," he said as he closed the door behind him, I heard a little chuckle escape from his mouth.
