Stars that Fall to Earth

Halcandra

Dark Meta Knight's POV...

I can't move.

I don't know if I'm dead or alive.

Either way, I'm fine with it.

I get some time to think.

Do I feel sick?

Not really.

Am I going to live?

Not at this rate.

Do I really care?

Hardly.

When am I going to get out of my icy prison?

That's up to Augustine.

But alas.

As one of my favorite quotes once said,

(I don't really know who quoted it...)

This too, shall pass.

It might pass like a kidney stone,

But it will pass.

Eventually.

For now, I've got a song stuck in my head.

Ever heard of Billy Joel?

Sing us a song, you're the piano man...

Sing us a song tonight...

When we're all in the mood for a melody...

And you've got us feelin' alright...

Yeah.

That's what's going through my head right now.

I wish I had a job like Bill.

Cheer people up in their darkest days.

Play the piano till the break of dawn.

Sounds nice to be that good.

Sounds nice to get another chance.

Sounds nice to be redeemed.

And in that redemption, is a new life.

A life that holds opportunity for change.

Maybe I will get a job like Bill.

I'll find a way.

After all, when this is all over,

I'll have all the time in the world to practice the piano.

Yeah. That sounds good.

My thoughts are interrupted by another soul's presence.

Augustine's voice rings into my head.
"Yep. You're good to go. Let's get you outta here, DMK."

Oh ok. Seems like I'm going now.

I relax myself, and breathe slowly.

Real oxygen fills my lungs.

I gasp for air, and open my eyes.

"Was all this really necessary, Augustine?" I ask, the words barely escaping my lips.

"Yeah. Don't worry though. You'll be ok soon enough. Let's get you moving. The hospital here is the best in the universe."