The Sentinel Fulcrum, 25: The Divine Light
14 Jan 2022Meowers
They say there's a light at the end of the tunnel. And now I know what it is.
Finally, being placed in a ward and surrounded by all sorts of whirring and bleeping medical equipment with those funny blinking lights, I'm able to write something more coherent. At least things that I can remember. I barely remember landing, but I guess the station staff at Aucharnie instantly realised that something isn't quite right. I remember opening the main airlock from the tech panel and saying my companion that he's free to go anywhere now, and then I called a medical team. I remember trying to get up from the seat, but with the gravity here on the station I just slapped on the floor and it was painful. And the jacket began to turn red slowly. But I had to reach the locker with papers from the facility in Komotae, to make sure that med staff here at Aucharnie will provide me with all the things I need.
And it was a shame, really! To get through so much crap and end up like that? In a pool of my own blood, in the cockpit of my own ship, after a successful landing, being shot by a bunch of morons? Ah, no way. Really a shameful way to die, I say you! No, screw you, world, you have to try harder to put me down.
There's no tunnel. You're just becoming weaker and weaker, unable to raise a hand or move somehow. You may find that your breathing reflexes are failing, and you have to, figuratively speaking, remember how to breathe. You have to control it, every inhale and exhale. As your blood pressure and heart rate drops, everything becomes more and more blurred, your field of vision begins to narrow. You're still able to see something in front of you, until you lose an ability to focus, but everything else is dark and blurred. So, this is the tunnel.
And what about the light? There's no divine light. Nothing could be more divine than the flashlight of the emergency team, that's used to check your pupil response.
They say that gods save people. No. People in white coats save people.
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This is it, this story ends here. I wish to say my thanks to everybody who read it, who put their Shinies, who messaged me. Yeah, ending was a bit messed up, but this story was originally a roleplay that accidentally gone where it really shouldn't be. But, hey, writing about near-death experiences in my birthday? Totally worth it, hah.
So, again. Thank you for reading. And the next one will be written and published soon.