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Continuing its descent the longer I stare back at what’s standing in the doorway. Her eyes, I’ve never seen them so large, round, and scared to absolute death at the same time.
They’re the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed.
I jerk, snarling out my frustration when she’s pushed back after she tries to come closer. An additional person steps in front of me, blocking me from seeing the one person I care about. The only girl I’ll ever love.
My neck cranes painfully around them.
I need to see her. Let her come back in, I try to yell, but no one listens to me.
This is real. It has to be. Rory’s here. She’s come to see me; she hasn’t given up. Even after I messed up so epically.
The once blinding fluorescent had haloed her for a split second before she was shoved from the room. Angelic, she’s an angel.
Those golden locks of hers glowed as they framed the exquisite features of her face.
Iceman.I swear I’d heard that name push past her lips. I swear it!
That’s the only thing over all the disruption that had my eyes opening earlier. Her voice—Princess’s—the only sound that could ever rip its way through a blind man’s traffic.
She’d broken me out of my gilded cage and hadn’t even realized it.
Cold, my arms are loosening. The stiff ridges of my muscles relax, but I’m not the one doing it. I don’t have control as more liquid is forced into my body with a big-ass needle.
Heavy, my eyelids are so heavy.
What’s going on?
My arm reaches, stretching out for where she’d been, only the task is cumbersome. Gravity is not working in my favor.
I blink, but it becomes permanent as I sink back into the bed.
Darkness always has been a welcome friend.
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Sedativesarenojoke.
I’m higher than a giraffe’s asshole right now, and it’s awesome. I haven’t felt this relaxed in months. My whole body tingles, abuzz, and I relish in it.
My lids are too heavy to open but I can hear what’s going on around me. This annoying machine is still monitoring my heart rate. Thumping, it jumps, beeping every few seconds.
It sounds normal, calm.
A night and day difference from earlier. How long ago that’s been, I’m not sure. I have no recollection of the time in this warped bubble of my mind.
The rhythmic sound of my heart is the only noise in the room for a while. Secure, I stay how I am—evenifthe beds in this place are about as comfortable as sleeping on solid stone.
It might’ve been hours, I’m not sure, but I feel the effects of the sedative start to wear off after a while. My eyes don’t feel as weighed down and I’m not as groggy.
I even got my fingers to twitch at one point.
Moving my limbs, no matter how brief, takes more effort than I’d expected. The strain had worn me down again, and eventually, I drifted back into another slumber.
Sleep is something my body has needed for a while, so I relish in my fill now.
I’m awoken by the sound of footsteps. They aren’t from a nurse or our doctor. These are quiet but with purpose. Each step heavy and steady. The nurses are more aloof and softer.
