The cool touch of his lips and the influence of medicines was an evil combination. Things were starting to blur around me and the last thing I remember was watching Lucas make his way out of the hospital room.
The sound began to fade away, winding down. I wondered if I would hear it stop completely. I suddenly feared that moment, unsure of what came after.
A much more vibrant sound eclipsed the clock. It was a reassuring, ethereal sound, a melodic dance on air. Wings, I assumed. Was I dreaming?
I held my breath, waiting, waiting, waiting. And then the clock began to go in reverse. Instead of slowing, the beat became more certain. A spiral-like liquid formed inside me, coiling deeper and deeper. I felt myself being pulled into the current. I was sliding down through myself, into a dark, warm place.
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