The only thing you can think to do is crack your lips apart and let the reverberations of sound fall out and fill the entire room. They pour into the corridor and the room goes empty for a moment.
So barren, you do not even exist in that moment. It is only your scream, pure and penetrative, ripping apart the rugged fabric of reality.
Nervous hands clamber across your mouth, but never stay for long. They needn't serve anymore, as a chilled intruder is making it's way through your veins.
If you could see, you might glimpse the light fading, but instead you must rely on your other senses to tell you what is happening. Your finger tips tingle and your scream weakens into shallow, breathy strokes of the lung until you are fighting the subconscious. They're trying to drug you.
But little do they know, you have a rare condition. This standard dosage should make you weary, maybe even put you back to sleep, but you're headed for a sleep far deeper.
You're plummeting into a coma.. and beyond.
You're already out by time the heart monitor alerts the nurses that your heart rate is dropping too quickly. There is no sub conscious jerk of the body trying to wake you up, trying to ensure you're still alive.
Because you're already dead.
Game Over.
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Futile Trials
AdventureThis is a your choice story. But choose carefully, many of these paths will lead to an unfortunate end.
