Prompt: 6 minutes. That's all the time I have. 6 minutes until the pain is over, 6 minutes until I finally die.
6
My eyes were too heavy to open. I felt a hand tightly gripping mine. I desperately wished I could squeeze back, to show them that I'm still alive. My body ached, I was in so much pain and discomfort, but I had no way to express it.
5
I felt cold, wet droplets falling on my hand. It was frustrating knowing that they were so close yet so far from me. I wanted to wipe their tears, to promise that everything would be okay. That I'll be okay.
4
The heart monitor beeped continuously in the background. A hand gently caressed my hair, brushing back the stray hairs that I knew where all over the place.
3
My body became heavy. I tried to fight back the drowsiness I was feeling. Someone was talking, but I couldn't understand what they were saying.
2
I felt the hand squeeze mine tighter. The pain I was felt dwindled until it became almost nothing. A pair of warm lips brushed my cheek. I barely realized then that my body felt cold, ice cold.
1
The hand that was on my head moved away. I wanted to whine in protest but I couldn't make a sound. Someone was sobbing. Why were they crying for me? I'm going to be okay. I have to let them know that I'm okay. I couldn't squeeze the hand like I wanted to but, to my joy, my index finger twitched a bit.
0
The heart monitor went flat. The darkness consumed me. I felt...nothing.
A/N sorry this took so long to come out, I promise I'll write more frequently.
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