this is not heaven's waiting room [flynn wake up]
Apr 26, 2021 13:15:58 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Apr 26, 2021 13:15:58 GMT -5
Everything burns, from my fingertips to my toes. There is no other sensation but that. Burning and complete darkness. That is, it. Is this what death is like then? I have my mind working things out but a body that is on fire. Yeah, I am dead. Maybe Lenox snuck in a cheeky last stab with the spear, or the septic shock hit me like a nuclear bomb.
There is nothing. Nothing is working but a brain that is going tens of thousands of miles per hour. Just wake up Flynn! Just try and wake up!
I am still alive!
That is the last thing I remember my mouth shouting. A cracking, aching, sore throat that felt like I swallowed knives. I just need to try and say it again. I just need to try and put out the flames and see again.
”I a.” There is something working. It is coming, maybe I am waking up in hell but there is definitely something working.
”I am st…” Come on Flynn you idiot. It is not hard this. I have fought through lucid dreams before, it cannot be any harder. Just wake up dammit!
”I am still alive?” It is barely a whisper, I can hardly hear it myself. The voice that spoke sounds so far away and sounds like it has smoked fifty cigarettes a day. But there is a voice there, a voice I can barely hear but it is there. Am I going to wake up and see Nan? Or am I going to wake up and see dad and mom? One or the other will prove if this is death or life tapping on my forearm right now.
Where are my eyes? I never hurt my eyes. They need to reveal the world I am in. I might still be on the nuclear floor or in a comfy wool stuffed warm bed. There is comfort. I can feel it. For the first time everything is so soft. Not a squelchy land and my head resting against a bumpy rucksack. Is it really a pillow I can feel?
I need to see this comfortable world where I have been sent to. Maybe it is heaven and not hell after all.
Then comes the flood of light, slowly battling the darkness that I was slowly growing to know. It is all so pure, so bright. Is that a ceiling a light?
This is not heaven.
I know my hospital rooms.
”Dad? Mom?” Everything starts to hit me like a tidal wave. There is a ringing in my right ear, a beep beep beep. In my left ear? Nothing. Then my hands go on a frantic search, patting down my other limbs and then hitting the metal bars at the side of the bed. ”Nan?”
My body jolts up like a cork firing out of a champagne bottle. My eyes, they finally adjust to everything in the bright ivory room. I am not alone but it is not dad, it is not mom, and it is definitely not Nan. Teddy Ursa and…that other one. The neighbour victor. Mackenzie Pryce.
”I am alive.” I slowly reunite my head to the pillow. It is true. My lungs are free from the poison. My mind is free from the torment. I am alive. Now just let me take a nap.
credit to dars