James' POV-
The darkness suffocated me, that insistent voice clawing at my mind, its presence unbearable.
"Hmm. I know your mom. I know your dad too well," it whispered again, closer, more sinister.
I tried to shut it out, but it persisted, creeping under my skin.
"I will take you to your mom," it promised. No, please—just go away! But the voice lingered, relentless, each word heavier than the last. "Don't make any noise. We'll play a game. We'll surprise your mom. So, let's tie your eyes and mouth." I agreed.
The voice was everywhere, echoing in my mind, drowning out everything else. I couldn't breathe—I needed to breathe! Panic surged, my chest tightening, suffocating. Then, a faint noise cut through the chaos, a steady beeping sound. What was that? Where was I? My lungs burned, screaming for air, but it was like inhaling water. I was drowning in silence.
Voices. Distant, muffled, incomprehensible. What's happening? Suddenly, hands pressed down on my chest, hard, rhythmic, forcing life back into me. Again. And again. And again. I gasped, air finally rushing into my lungs like fire, searing and painful.
"Breathe. Just calm down. You're safe." a voice commanded, strong, reassuring. Not the voice—the terrifying one. No, this one was different. Softer. Real. Could it be an angel? It had to be.
"Just breathe. You're safe." The words were a lifeline, pulling me out of the abyss. I clung to them, repeating them in my mind until the terror began to fade. Slowly, my breathing steadied, the panic loosening its grip. Safe. I was safe.
With a final deep breath, I opened my eyes.
She was there. Leaning over me, her face blurred by my hazy vision but unmistakable. Those brown eyes, staring at my soul, usually so steady and composed, now brimming with fear, concern, and something deeper—something that cut through the remnants of my panic like a knife through fog. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over.
I was safe with her—my savior.
Speak. Speak, James.
I forced my dry, tight throat to cooperate. "Hi there... Ms. Korea." My voice was barely more than a rasp, but it was enough. Her lips quivered, and the tears she had been holding back spilled over, cascading down her cheeks and landing softly on my chin. The fear in her eyes melted into something warmer, a mixture of relief and overwhelming emotion.
Dr. Cho pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly trying to keep her emotions in check. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she pushed them back and turned to her two assistants. She spoke in Korean, her words rapid and firm, too fast for me to catch or understand.
The assistants nodded, one of them quickly preparing an injection. I watched as the contents were injected into the IV drip connected to my arm, feeling the cool liquid flow through me. After that, the assistants quietly left the room, leaving just the two of us.
Dr. Cho looked down at me, her expression a mix of exhaustion and fear. It was like she had been carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, and it was all too clear in her eyes. I wanted to speak, to say something to ease the tension, but a part of me hesitated, unsure if my words would make things better or worse.
Finally, I managed to speak slowly, testing my voice as I asked, "Dr. Cho." I took a long breath, trying to steady myself. "Is everything okay? Ultron, the Avengers...?"
Her reaction wasn't what I expected. She turned away, letting out a heavy sigh before looking back at me with a hardened expression. "Seriously? The first thing you're asking about is the Avengers?" Her tone was sharp, cutting through the fog in my mind.
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