Blurred Sentimentality

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(( Epilogue ))

Chaz

The nurses were rushing back to the hospital, and when we got there, they took me to the emergency room and checked my pulse, then shocked me with electricity.

"Fuck!" Was my first word after what seemed like a 45 years long coma.

After that, I felt better. Way better. It was like a miracle. I could breathe again and my pulse was up to 40 beats a minute, which was perfect compared to how it was before.

"What happened?" A doctor stormed in the room. "How is he back? His pulse stopped."

"I don't know, doc." A nurse said, and the doctor started reading her notes.

Because I'm the fucking greatest, most athletic, strongest human being on planet earth?

"Your normal resting heart rate is 50, because it looks like you're in a good physical condition." The doctor said. "So 40 isn't that dangerous anymore."

I mentally kissed football and boxing a thank you.

I smirked. "Can I leave today?"

"We still need to record some things. This never happened before."

"Sure." I shrugged, and sat up. I stared at my chest. The stitches were sealed again, and they looked better than before. "Is anyone of them still here? Jay Carter? Olivia?"

"I'm sure they are on the way to the graveyard..." The doctor said. "I think Agatha is here."

Going to the graveyard sounded so depressing. I hoped they weren't too depressed about me.

"Agatha?"

"Agatha Oakley."

"Oh." I mumbled. "Can I see her?"

"Can she see you? Yes."

"Okay." I shrugged again.

"We need to take you to a new room though." The doctor motioned for me to lay down.

"I'm sure I can walk." I sat straighter.

"Are you sure? We don't want to risk anything new."

"Yeah." I shrugged, and got off the bed. My feet felt numb, but soon I actually felt like I was on the ground. "Wow. It's like I was paralyzed."

"That's normal. You were almost dead." She mumbled. "You might as well want to wear a shirt."

I turned and found the shirt of the hospital pajama they lent me, and I threw it over my head, then started following the nurses and doctor.

I looked around. Was I really here for this long? They took me to my old room, and I stared at the depressing machines and wires that were keeping me alive.

"Chaz?" Someone said, and I turned to see Ollie's mom, who looked so sad even though she didn't really know me.

"Miss Oakley." I mumbled.