Make Sure the Doctor is Cute

Lights were blurs and blurs were streaks and what was up and down anyway? The young girl felt her feet dragging along the ground as she was dragged back out into open, out of the Sesshoumaru or whatever the hell these robed weirdos call that gate thing they use to move between Heaven and Earth. The world and life and friendliness and existence seemed to fade in and out, and at no point during whatever amount of time it took them to get her inside somewhere was she entirely sure she was still alive, whatever that even meant these days anyway. Dead people were everywhere, doing things, trying to decide what she could do, or would do, and it was all just really, really annoying. The blackness came again, and when she woke again she was laying in a bed. Her arm felt weird, or perhaps it didn’t feel at all. Was there a word for that? She forgot.

“What the hell happened out there!?” A voice called out. Oh, how nice of them to wait until he was awake again. She could feel herself slipping away again. Was this what it felt like to die? But if she died in the place where dead people went when they died… uh, what would happen to her? She wanted to move, but her body rejected the idea. Anything else whoever else was in the room said was gibberish, and she wondered if they had invented their own language on the spot just to keep secrets, and suddenly they were being really rude if that was what they were doing.

The dull lighting of wherever she was suddenly faded to blinding light, and she let out some noise somewhere between a moan and groan and gurgle. Pain shot through her left arm and she felt the urge to try to grasp it but found that every part of her body was now strapped to some kind of table and what the hell was going on here anyway? “How the hell is she waking up right now!?” She wondered the same thing. The world felt like clouds and she just wanted to sleep anyway. Suddenly she was moving; she could tell because the lights were moving and there was a bump every once in a while as she fought to not fade out of the world again.

“W-wait…” she muttered numbly, looking up at one of the people moving whatever she was strapped to, “…make sure… the doctor’s… cu…” and suddenly she didn’t exist anymore, black engulfing everything. Seriously, was this what dying felt like? If this is what dying feels like, I’d like to renew my subscription to life, thanks…