When He Took Life For Granted

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Everything is cold. The waves. The noises. The darkness. 

He feels something warm on his hand. What is it? The warmth stays there. Encasing his whole hand. Rubbing it gently. He hears something. Oh fuck, the pain! But the warmth on his hand stays. Is he dying? 

He hears the noise again. It sounds like someone is talking to him. "You are so beautiful baby." The voice is getting closer. "You are going to be okay. I'm here sweetheart." 

He knows this voice. His heart starts to race. He hears the beeping from the machine. "Baby, baby, can you hear me? Relax sweetie. It's okay." He hears footsteps running into the room. All of a sudden he sees a bright light being flashed into his eyes. A voice he doesn't recognize. "Remington Leith, can you hear me?" His eyes are forced open. Everything is so blurry. His eyes slowly follow the light. It shuts off. He looks at his hand and sees a familiar figure close to him holding it. 

"Andy?" the man weakly croaks out. The fuzziness is starting to fade. The waves are slowly leaving.

"Remi...oh my God Remi." Andy is crying. He gets closer and rubs the man's cheek gently. "Oh baby, I thought I was going to lose you. Fuck don't scare me like that again!"

Remington does a weak chuckle and gasps in pain. Oh fuck it hurts! He cries out weakly. The unfamiliar voice comes back and he sees it's a doctor. "Here Remington, I'm going to push this morphine button for you. It'll help with the pain."

He tries to whimper no, but everything becomes blurry again. The black waves are back. Taking him away from the warm hands. From all the pain.


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