When I wake up in that dammed hospital bed again,
I hear distant voices from my bed. "We don't know how he broke the barrier or how he got here." An old gruff voice says, "We can't let him fade again. Is anybody monitoring him?"
I sit up slowly and soon a white doctor with an impressive afro walks in. He stares at me with wide eyes.
"Oh. Hello, you're awake!" He says, stating the obvious. "Do you by chance know where you are. Do you know how you got here?" I shake my head at him pensively.
He sighs. "Why do you keep killing yourself then?" I pause, carefully choosing my words.
"I just, don't want to be here anymore. I'm tired, I just want to go home." He rubs his temple, surely exasperated at my naivety.
"We're going to have to kill you again so we can study the result and maybe fix the problem."
"What problem? what's going on?" He seems to have a bit of an inner debate with himself.
He looks at the ground in a guilty way, avoiding my gaze, and suddenly I feel a searing pain in my chest.
I stare at my chest blankly, unable to breathe or scream. I feel my insides churn and my eyes roll back in my head.
It's strange experiencing death; or maybe I've gone insane.