Sweet Death [boyxboy]

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two (Seth)

I woke up to the weirdest sounds in the world.

Things were a bit muffled, but I could make out voices and beeping, the clicking of fingers on a keyboard and a television playing the news channel doing a report on some kind of massacre. And even weirder was the faint voice of someone telling me to wake up, but it didn't sound like it was coming from outside. It... sounded closer. Like it was inside my head.

... up! Wake up! Fool, open your eyes!

The voice was metallic and cold, but it had a good point, so I forced my eyes to flutter open tiredly. I went to touch my eyes, but I couldn't move my hands. At first, I didn't really bother with it. Maybe the hospital restrained me when Adam told them I had a temper.

The bastard.

But then I realized that I felt cold and wet. Like I was under water almost. My anger faded to concern as I looked around, my vision blurry for the longest time before clearing. I was wearing some kind of oxygen mask, but it looked really high tech and fancy as it led to a tube that went over my head. It took me a moment to realize I wasn't in a hospital bed, but some kind of container filled with a cold, smooth liquid. It didn't burn or anything, it was just cold. The oxygen mask gave me clean, fresh air that smelled sterile.

Little tubes and cords came in from the sides of the container, stuck into my arms and chest, throat and temples. It was eerie, like something out of a sci-fi movie, but worse because it was fucking real as fuck as my panic level was starting to steadily rise. I sucked in sharp gasps of air, my heart jumping against my chest. I could hear a heart monitor somewhere beeping loudly and rapidly to match my panic.

But no one was doing anything! The people around me only walked around in white lab coats, none of them looking twice as they wrote things down, typed on their computers, and for fuck's sake, there were even a couple sipping coffee and watching television.

I felt a distressed whine in my throat. I managed to tilt my head to the side, going still when I saw another container a few feet from mine. I squinted and recognized Daimonas laying inside it, hooked up to machines, an oxygen mask, and all sorts of other weird things. He was still unconscious, though.

Then it hit me. This couldn't be the hospital if Daimonas was here. If this wasn't the hospital, my mind could only draw up one conclusion that that conclusion was Zephyra. My heart pounded harder in my chest as I managed to stare up through the glass of the container up at the pale ceiling overhead.

But if this was Zephyra, why was I here? What was going on? Why did they want me?

Because of me! A voice snapped. I jumped at the cold metallic voice from before, going rigid.

Me? Who the hell is me?

Me! Er, I mean, I don't have a name, but that's because you haven't named me yet. The voice insisted impatiently. I laid there in silence for a while, surprised that I could even quiet my mind down enough so there was silence in my head too.

Before I drew the conclusion that I was officially insane. Yeah, that had to be it. All the vampires and werewolves and monsters and shit that kept climbing out of my grandpa's story books had finally just blew me up inside. And that car accident. Of course, maybe it was trauma.

Or maybe you're just being a dick and ignoring me! Don't ignore me, pay attention to me!

Nope. I'm insane. There was no other explanation. Because the voice in my head was not mine and it was way too whiny.

Rude! I saved your life, I hope you know that!

No, voice in my head, the doctors did that.