"Huuu…"
Feelings suddenly came back to him as he took a deep breath, before exhaling and inhaling again, tasting life as if it was a nectar, 'the' nectar.
His heart stopped struggling, relief flooding it, and his lungs felt relieved. Dr Drey suddenly raised his head, all his pores opening to let sweat pour out of them. He looked outside through the windshield, looking at the same dim parking illuminated by the ghostly greenish glow.
He almost felt like he was in hell already, but the atmosphere only looked like it. He was still where he should have died, in his car, and the first burst of relief flew away at lightning speed, because he felt the crippling numbness still present in his body, and that breathing behind him. It felt as if death had sharpened his senses, and he could hear it more clearly, the breathing of the grim reaper, his very own grim reaper.
