『 Dying of Asphyxiation was seriously not my goal in life. 』
Neither was meeting a Governor of the Afterlife and getting sent to another world for a second chance at life.
Drew was assaulted by a group of men for reasons she didn't understand. Drown...
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105. Spill
When I first woke up, what filled me was fear. Flooded, suffocating in utter terror, rabid confusion, and a total lost of my bearings sent me into a panic.
I couldn't move.
Everything was blurry, foggy, white. I was weighed down by a warm sheet, and sharp objects were in my palms. Tubes and IVs went beyond where I could see myself-- and my whole body was numb. Paralyzed. Disabled.
Tied down by invisible chains.
Something held me down, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't budge an inch. My eyes were open, but I couldn't see. My nose was cold, my mouth was dry; and an irritating siren wailed beside my ears.
I wanted to scream, I tried to scream, but all I managed was a dry choke, soundless. My heart sped; beating loud and hard; reverberating under my skin; thudding in my ears.
I thought of nothing but how scared I felt.
Then a wave of calm washed over me-- forced, administered; medication, I heard later-- my eyes drooped; and quickly my senses went back to sleep.
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It was darker the next time I woke up. Darker, but this time, I was able.
My body could move. My eyes drifted across myself-- I was lying down. The whole world was sleep-blurred, and my head hurt each time I shifted it. The blurriness irritated my vision.
Deciding to close my eyes, I let out a sigh.
I heard beeping. A rhythmic chime, perfectly in beat to an inaudible tune.
Slowly, I curled the fingers of my left hand. Closing them-- opening them, squeezing them hard and feeling my muscles whine back.
I've been out for a while, I realize. My muscles were out of shape, trying now to recall how they're supposed to work.
Curling my other hand, I flinched slightly as I felt a something curving within my hand. Needles, I guessed-- IV drips. Needles were in this hand-- so I shouldn't squeeze the fist too hard.
Raising my left hand slightly, I cringed at the sore in my muscles, and slowly moved to rest my hand on my stomach.
Yeah, I assured myself, I'm in a hospital.
On a bed, asleep-- and safe.
Safe from--
...The Vindice? Recollecting memories was tough in this numb state. Yeah, the Vindice got to me. No-- they got to... Drew-- how did Drew come about again?
Did I call her? Why did she come--
ah, Daemon. This is the Shimon arc, the last we'd see of Daemon. Daemon--
