"God dammit! Look at 'er! She's out cold!" The masculine figure moved towards the other side of the room, collapsing in the straw chair. "Well maybe it might be a good idea to call the hospital!" A quiet, feminine voice hissed, fake nails tapping along a dresser. "Why won't she wake up?" the 3rd figure wailed, taking small, unsteady steps towards his parents. The rounded, masculine figure shrugged and got shakily onto his feet. "Dammit bitch! Wheres ta stick? Do ya want me to crush the mite down there?" His low voice rumbled, lumbering over to the smaller figure.
"Well.. we don't know if she... expired" another sob followed the nurse's quiet, efficient tone. "Her heart rate is at 90 beats per minute, perfect is she were resting.. but it is certainly a phenomenon that you are 'unable' to wake her." The facts seemed to reassure the woman, for she stood slightly taller, though her nose still dripped uncontrollably. A slender, small-framed man quickly made his way over to the nurse. "Do not tell them she may be gone... for perpetuity." He whispered, only caught by the little toddler chasing his toy car.
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Perceptions of the Nightmare
Mystery / ThrillerImagine a world where your fears come to life, no one knows if you're dead, in a coma or just faking it. You don't know whether you went onto the operating table, or this is what death is like. But what you do know, is that this is not real. >-Tribu...
