The sterile white encasing everything should have hurt my eyes with its blinding brightness, especially when accompanied by burning lights that blinked past every few seconds. But it did not.
The repetitive rattling of the silver trolley thing I'd been thrown on as it raced across a labyrinth of pristine and similar hallways, usually would have driven me insane. But it did not.
I could taste the chemicals layering the tube they'd shoved down my throat, the plastic trickling over my tongue should have been incredibly uncomfortable and causing me to gag. But it did not.
The frantic beeping of the machines they'd strapped to me confirmed what I already knew. It was bad. Very bad.
Murmuring, hurried voices followed me on my trolley journey, echoing in my ears as their owners pushed it ever faster. I could make out words like "blood pressure" and "pulse rate" but I no longer cared.
The pain that had been a constant friend the past few hours (despite all the stuff they were pumping into me) was finally starting to wave goodbye.
With its farewell, I should have tried to gather my strength and fight. But I was so very tired, the pain fading like mist had drained me more than strengthened me.
I just wanted to rest for a while...
"We're losing her!"
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The Bride of the Fire Fox God
FantasyWe start at the end... Nyla Danson, a woman with a tendency to say the first thing that pops into her head, has just had her life tragically cut short. She didn't expect to wake up in Nevrithil, a land filled with gods and monsters. The only...
