What happens after...

Chapter 1

Someone,please!

Call an ambulance!

It's an emergency,please!

He can't move!He can't breathe!

The sirens of the ambulance was echoing in every empty street,bright and early in the morning.

The sun was slowly going up to the sky,giving light to once was darkness.

We are losing him!

No!Please!

The paramedics tried to stop as much of the bloodloss they could,watching the heart meter.

His heartbeats getting weaker by every second.

The ambulance finally reached the hospital,and they got him out as he was laying on the patient stretcher,rushing him inside.

I am here.

I am here,please stay with us!

Please..

Why you did this...

Her voice slowly fading away,as the doctors got him inside the emergency room.

. . .

The waiting game.

. . .

The waiting game is always hard to play.

. . .

I have waited years upon years for that moment.

But now.

Seeing you suffer.

I wish you to continue in misery,and never find peace.

My soul has rested.

And i hope yours won't rest.

Not even a single moment.

Goodbye,Afton.

Cherish the last moments of your existence.

. . .

Knowing that the last tortured soul has rested,going finally towards the light with the rest of them.

It was time for me to go.

It was finally the time to let my tired tortured body from the springlocks and let my soul follow its way,either to hell,or to this suit that I will rot into.

But the light slowly disappeared.

My heart was getting heavy from..breathing.

I was breathing..Why am i breathing?

I couldn't move though,every inch of my body was in pain.

Even breathing was painful.

Muffled noises surrounded me,voices coming from everywhere.

Trying to force myself to lift my eyelids,I saw nothing but a blur.

A blur of people,covered in white clothing moving around.

Suddenly,one of the white clothed poeple stopped,looking at me.

"Mister Afton?Mister Afton can you hear me?" The voice was muffled,but still understandable,and maybe it was a woman.

Yes,I can,but I can't move my lips nor any other part of my body.

"Mister Afton if you can hear me,please blink once for yes,twice for no." She made the number one on her finger and made thumbs up,and then number two with a thumbs down.

I blinked once,though it was a painful blink.

With a gasp she run away from me,trying to inform a doctor about it.

"Doctor Jonathan!He is awake!"

"Awake!" He sounded both surprised and confused,as a man walked inside the room.

His face was inches away from mine,and my blur vision could make out that he was wearing glasses.

"Is he able to hear us?"

"Yes doc."

"Alright,Mister Afton?I hope you can hear me,you managed to survive a deadly scenario of a springlock suit,your colleagues informed us right on time,if another minute was wasted you wouldn't be able to make it through."

Trying to let every word sink into my numb head,one word made me slightly open my eyes a bit more.

Survive.

I..survived..

How.

"One of your colleagues advised us to be very careful once you wake up,because of the syringes with needles.We will take it slow,and when you feel uneasy don't hesitate to tell us to give you some time."

Needles.

Needles on my body.

I am scared to even look at my arm now.

I closed my eyes,moving my head down a bit as a nod,and the doctor smiled.

He walked away a bit with the woman from before,telling her some weird medicine terms.

With a short,yet painful,sigh I closed my eyes once again.

I hope this isn't hell,trying to tell me that I survived and at the end they will torture me with needles and that endless loop will keep going.

Oh no,why didn't I think of that!

My eyes opened again,only to find a woman holding my arm.

"It's fine Mister Afton,it's me from before,this will help with the pain."

Trying to focus on her hand,as she was holding a..

Syringe.

A syringe.

With a needle at the end.

I can't even move from the pain.

"Everything will be alright,you can trust us!"

Looking away,and closing my eyes,the sharp end of the needle slowly pierced my skin,my fingers flinch in shock,but they hurt even more than the blinking.

If I could just shout i would have done it.

But even my tongue is unable to move.

The shouting is happening in my head though.

I would have cried at this point,the needle is still inside,but before I knew it,it slowly came out,making my,in pain,muscles relax.

I softly sighed,trying to breath in a way that my chest wouldn't hurt as if i was getting ripped open.

My blurred vision focused on the white ceiling,the light almost blinding me.

But it helped me to close my eyes,and think that,today isn't the end as I thought.

That maybe..

Tomorrow is another day.