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“Just a little higher….” With that, Stephen had looked up from his beloved, and nearly collapsed backwards, screaming. “Please...be careful with the needle.” Christine instructed as she stared down at the mortified Man. “Christine?” He choked out. “Oh Lord, oh Lord….what….what am I seeing?” “My astral body.” Are you dead?” “No, Stephen, but I am dying.” Stephen exhaled, his eyes wide, and his breathing heavy in shock. “Right….right…” he mumbled, “Yeah, Alright….” he said, standing back straight up and looking down at the woman’s body, bringing the needle back up to the middle of her chest- his hands /trembling/. Christine watched, leaning forward and reaching her astral hand down, and sticking it far down into her chest- guiding the flushed doctor on exactly where to stick the long few inches of the large syringe.
After a moment of silence, Stephen stammered out a nervous speech- his eyes wide: “I’ve never….I've never seen a wound like this before..” he swallowed, hard. “What were you stabbed with?” “I don’t know.” Christine responded, somewhat bluntly, and Stephen looked up; the two making eye contact.
Something both secretly dreaded in that moment of silence.
As he got closer to placing the into his soft, torn, throbbing, flesh, Christine had looked up- eyes widening in her astral form. “I’m….going to have to vanish now.” “What? No, I-“ but Stephen didn’t even get a full sentence out; Christine already having disappeared into nowhere, but, not before giving one last comment to her fellow doctor: “Keep me alive, will you?” And she was gone. “Okay! Okay….” Stephen exhaled, his eyes wide, and he stared around the room, trying to see if he could locate the woman- Well, her astral form.
The real Christine was laying right in front of him.
As he held the needle, eventually, there was a sudden flatline, and the man’s heart dropped.
He stared at the screen before setting the large syringe down, and rushing over- pulling over the defibrillator from across the emergency room.
As he shocked the woman, once he pulled away- hearing the heartbeat- “Christine, come on.” He pleaded before he nearly fell back again- as the ghostly
And he wanted to scream. To tell them to stop. To beg them to not take this away from him- because for the first time in a seemingly long and endless period, he had /something/.
A fragment of a feeling. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
But he found himself obliging, ever so obedient, opening his mouth as they placed the dental protection in it. And he set himself in the chair, utterly still, as they placed the pieces of machinery to his head, without resistance of any kind.
And he hated himself in the moment more than he ever had. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Why could he not speak up? Why could he not fight back? Why was he so /afraid/? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Whatever thoughts had begun to form in his mind were lost as the first wave of electricity surged through his brain. He didn’t feel his teeth gripping the gauge tighter, he didn’t feel the veins pressing against his skin as he screamed- he only felt....fear. The fear of losing whatever he had gained in just the past few hours. He had gained an identity, the knowledge that he was somebody to someone. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
His mind was, by the third wave, screaming senseless things, and he tried desperately to hold onto the broken shards of himself, but he felt his grip loosening.
White flashed in his eyes, and his voice was lost and the sound in his ears was replaced by a distant ringing, and for a moment he forgot who he was, but then he remembered, but then he forgot. And back and forth it went.
In his state, he heard, suddenly a soft voice calling out his name. He saw eyes, which had the depth of the oceans, and were as fierce as it too, looking down at him with softness in their eyes.
The noise in his mind scribbled over the rest of the name, and all he remembered was “B”, said by the seemingly warm and loving yet bold eyes.
He felt himself nearing an end, his own eyes felt heavy and he screamed no more. The waves of pulsing electricity were still cutting through his mind, but he had fallen numb to them. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀