Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

I was awoken by the incredulous racket of the heart rate monitor, my head burning. I groaned, rubbing my aching arms, looking down into the tight red soaked paper wrapped around my fists; as I inspected my limbs, I saw a small line poking up out of my skin. I stared at it, watching small stars slowly floating up through the line and into my skin, my mouth dried and uncannily so as the stars floated slowly and ever so gently into my skin. I felt the mirror tilt slightly and my brain seemed to tilt with it. I looked at a door as someone walked through, it was a tall man with strange demeanor, wearing pale clothing and sparkling eyes made of the stars going into my blood stream. I looked at the man slowly, my head burning more as I turned my head.

He asked something that I didn't understand, maybe the mirrors interference made this strange language he spoke sound like a garbled noise of rushing water, like when me and Jeremy would go fishing. I felt tears choke me as I looked at the man, sniffling. He seemed to give a weary smile and brush my tears away with his thumb, his hands icy cold and making me want to scream until my throat gave out. Instead, because I didn't want the stars to stop, I kept quiet. The man began to hook me up to another machine and soon I felt like I was made of plastic- the plastic sticky and melting off my bones. I began to twitch as the stars came to my bloodstream in more loads. As the doctor left I caught his name-

 'The Star-Keeper'.