August 18th, 2011
2:48 am
Lenox Hill hospital, 100 E 77th St, New York
Twelve minutes and forty two seconds after it happened.
Percy saw the people near him looking so worried and how they were rushing about him. He had no idea why they were though, he felt fine. Then again, he could barely keep his eyes open and all of his limbs were slowly going completely numb with what he had assumed was not enough blood circulation. Percy also did not understand why they wouldn't let him sleep, he was so unbelievably tried. It was also very bright, which Percy found odd and annoying. It seemed to get darker and lighter, like he was looking at a slow strobe light. Some were different colors too, like a bright green that seemed to form letters, a red that flashed next to his right ear, and a pale blue that swirled in fuzzy blobs around him getting closer and farther away.
Percy didn't understand what all the fuss was about; it's not like anyone's dying. Oh, wait… the mental epiphany hit him almost as fast as the shocking wave of agony from the back of his head. Ow. Ow. OW! What in the hell was that!
The pain seemed to start to throb throughout his whole body now, snaking over his muscles and joints like a ruthless python. What was left of his vision started to go black and fuzzy, and his conscience was left in a world of burning fire. It spread quickly, consuming every thought. Breathing soon became impossible as his body fought and lost the battle of control. Pure panic broke through his being, raw and wild fear came next. What… What's happening?!..., he thought.
Percy's own heartbeat seemed to pound though his ear drums, blocking out any other sounds from around him. Something warm, wet, and metal tasting quickly filled his mouth and throat, and with a sickening realization Percy realized it was his blood. He was dying… But that couldn't be right, he thought. There was still so much he wanted to do, to see, to learn… Rachel… Rachel and he were going to get married, buy a nice house in the suburbs, and have kids. His parents… oh, god, he never even got to say goodbye to them, his mom would be devastated. What about his friends… faces flashed quickly through his mind, only to vanish into lost time and worry. What was to become of him now?
Death had him in its cold hands, he knew it. Its uncaring presence seemed to suck all hope out of his being. This was it; it was the end for him. Someday, everyone he knew would fade too, and all to show that he even existed would be a birth certificate and maybe some school records. Even before that, he would slowly erase from others memories. They would forget what his favorite color was, what he was majoring in, where he was from, what kind of music he liked, how good a swimmer he was, or even what he looked like. He would completely fade away…
That's when he stopped hearing the pounding of his heart in his ears, the irritating wiggling of the IV in his arm, the coldness of the metal scissors as they cut open his cloths and brushed against his once fevered skin, or the electrifying shocks of the pads as the doctors tried to restore something that was long lost.
One of the nurses held up an arm to the light. "Time of death; two forty-nine am."
AN::I don't plan on making this story very long, maybe eight or seven chapters, but since I haven't updated it in a while I thought I should sent out a sort of snip bit from chapter one (which I am writing now that I have the story's plot down). chapter one will finally be in Nico's PoV. if you have any requests or suggestions for it, or want to tell me if you even like this story or not, PLEASE REVIEW! and I promise the next chapter will not be this sad :'(.
