A Minute Past One

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Heavy yet rushed footsteps.

Beep.

Incoherent bellows.

Beep.

Frantic shocks of electricity, a frail, already paled corpse that sprung repeatedly.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Any speck of false hope slipped into a coma; a blue emotion no being could put into the right words other than it carried the feeling of overbearing sudden trauma and stupefaction. It could be called change, but that is only a fraction of what this emotion held.
It was something, the only thing that every living being in an abruptly cold, sterile hospital room hadn't possessed and never wished upon the one who was the only exception.


Death.

"Time of death.. one past one."

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note: this is a depressing first chap but the rest has a beautiful aspect to it! ^-^

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