The hospital room was a blur of beeping machines and frantic voices. Dr. Smith's face hovered above, his eyes locked on the monitors.
"We're losing her! Get the defibrillator ready!" he shouted to the nurses.
She tried to respond, but her voice was barely a whisper.
The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that pressed upon her chest. As the doctor's face faded, memories burst forth like fleeting whispers.
A five-year-old girl, frail and timid, standing up to a group of bullies. A flash of fear, followed by a surge of courage.
A kind-faced man, smiling and grateful, shaking her small hand. A whispered promise: "I'll take care of you."
A hospital room, similar to this one, but filled with warmth and kindness. A gentle voice, soothing her fears, and a soft hand, holding hers.
"I've read that people see their whole life in seven seconds before they die," she thought, a wry smile twisting her lips.
"Well, I guess this is my seven seconds. And, apparently, my death." Everything went black.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing in the hospital's morgue. The fluorescent lights above hummed, casting an eerie glow over the rows of stainless steel tables.
She felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized she was alone – and dead. A faint tremble racked her frame, a haunting reminder of the fragile life she left behind.
"I'm dead," she whispered, the words barely audible over the silence. A wry thought followed, laced with sarcasm: "Well, that's one way to dodge math homework."
But beneath the joke, fear simmered. The air thickened, heavy with an otherworldly presence. A faint whisper echoed through the void, drawing her gaze upward.
A massive rift tore through the air above the morgue, its jagged edges pulsating with dark energy. "Great, just what I needed. A cosmic doorway to nowhere," she thought, her sarcasm thinly veiling growing unease.
As souls began to stir, drawn to the void like moths to flame, she felt an unsettling detachment. Her own essence followed, leaving the hospital's cold world behind.
In the spiritual realm, time lost meaning. Souls drifted, undisturbed, in the vast expanse. Luminous beings watched from the edges, their gaze unsettling.
But amidst the serenity, a familiar ache resurfaced – the long-undiagnosed illness that had haunted her. Fear replaced calm. "Not this again," she thought, frustration mingling with dread.
Suddenly, a faint resonance hummed, growing louder. A shimmering light approached, its speed breathtaking. Before she could react, the light enveloped her.
No pain followed, but her thoughts fragmented. Consciousness slowly slipped away.
In the darkness, a faint, childish voice whispered, "Finally, I found a host." "About time, kiddo," she replied, her sass fading into the void.
"I was starting to think you'd never show up." And then, everything went black.