Hatchetfield.

I Know The Dream Of Life Is Never Ending

Six ambulances were sent to Watcher World after a frantic man had rung in. "Six kids just fell off the fucking ride!" He shouted over the line. "Oh god, one of them, she don't got a head no more! Oh shit!" That same guy, upon seeing his son lying on the floor, barely moving, looked around. "No, I don't know who she is but um- look, one of 'em's my son and I'd appreciate it if you can get to his side and the others as fast as possible cuz I can't lose him, I cannot lose him!" He, like many people in Hatchetfield, had The Gift, though he was one of few to flat out refuse to use it any more after incidents that had occurred during the training phase. After he had looked around, he deemed the crowd too sparse to have a true effect and if they questioned him, he'd say they were delusional like he did in the few times he revealed his gift to Hatchetfield. He grabbed a hold of the wrecked rollercoaster cart, throwing it off the kids to give them a chance. He caught sight of his son lying on the ground, finally exposed to how bad of a condition he was in, and he forced back tears. He'd wait for the ambulance, by his side, watching as he helplessly twitched. It was only in the ambulance on the way over, did his son stop breathing and only then did he begin to cry, not that he let anyone see.

Once the kids had been bought into the hospital, it was all hands on deck. The Watcher World attendant wasn't able to be by his side, but through the small window in the door, he could see the team performing CPR extremely roughly on him. Not just him either. On all of the kids that came in, save for she with no head. He collapsed in one of the shitty blue plastic chairs. The next ten minutes was agonisingly long. A doctor came out, put a hand on his shoulder and said there was nothing they could do and that it was worth saying goodbye. Tearfully, he texted his daughter to come down as well to say goodbye. Within the ten minutes, several family members began showing up to the hospital, but he waited for his daughter. There, he sat, in his work uniform, in the purple tailcoat, the purple button up and the black jeans with his lanyard still on as his daughter, with her curly brown hair cut to her shoulders in her work uniform, sat beside him.

He said his goodbyes to his son, voice wavering, and so did his daughter. For ten minutes, they said their goodbyes.

Then the flash of light happened.

The bright flash of light that filled the room, leaking out into the corridor. All of a sudden, his son, announced dead, sat bolt upright, coughing until a USB stick emerged from his throat, falling on the pristine white sheets accompanied by some blood. Then, he leaned back. "Ugh, fuck..." He muttered softly. "That fucking sucked and-" He looked around. "Shiiiitt....I said I renounced my life you dumb motherfuc-"

At the sound of his voice, her eyes looked up from the white sheets of the hospital bed to look at her younger brother. "Danny what the hell?!" A soft, feminine voice asked. "You just go ahead and die on us and now you're back and you coughed up a USB stick and-"

Daniel looked to the left of him and saw his family. What was left of his family. "I-..." his eyes widened. "D-Darcy? Dad? I-...what?"

Darcy, his older sister, inhaled, wiping her eyes. She shook her head, standing, turning around. "I can't. Dad I-I need a minute. I need-I need to go outside."

Daniel's father, Frederick Wazy, nodded as well as he looked to the door. "Alright, Darcy. You take time and-" By that point, Darcy had already shoved past them. She'd already walked out the door. Though he couldn't see it, she'd sat herself down in one of the awful plastic blue chairs, and she'd began to cry. What was worse was he couldn't do anything about it. He shut his eyes, holding back his own tears. "Danny, you scared me, son."

"I'm not supposed to be back here." Danny said, breathless. "I-I'm not-I'm not!"

"Look, I know this is likely traumatic for you as much as it is for me and Darcy but-"