We must lift this body from the floor. We cannot lay here, lest we succumb to the trauma again. This pain… it is unbearable. Perhaps this is why mortals choose to live. To avoid such feelings. Our hands tremble as we focus on moving them. Our legs tighten, flexing at the bends… knees, as they’re called. We begin to bend our spine, while simultaneously utilizing our legs and arms, to lift us from our current stationary position. To focus on so many motions at once is quite the complicated task.
We can hear someone approaching. We must solve this puzzle of operating a mortal body quickly to interact with them. “He’s in here! Please, help him!” The shouting comes from the room beyond this one. A creaking sound, followed by loud speaking. We find ourselves surrounded by mortals. They quickly begin inspecting our body. Perhaps they are… medical performers. This would explain their focus on our physical well being. They are delicately handling us, showing some forceful grips, but delicate movements.
They lift us onto a wheeled bed and strap us down, presumably for security purposes. We are now exiting the room. The light shining from the attached area washes across our eyes. It is bright, similar to the flash of the star. I seal my vision, in hopes that when I next open them, the pain will be gone. Our body shakes and moves aggressively, tilting and turning as we descend to lower levels of the structure we are in. The light fades, allowing us to see once more.
Upon unsealing our vision, we saw the medical individuals working diligently to assist us. Some were guiding the wheeled bed forward. Another had been utilizing some form of oxygen pump over our intake bodily ports. The… mouth and nose, as they are called. We function our lungs in accordance to the pumping motion. “Don’t worry, sir! We’re going to take you to the hospital!” These words are not foreign to us, but the pain we feel is disorienting, and we struggle to focus on their words. We are pushed into a mobile metallic box. An… automobile for medical transport.
We close our eyes once more as the light from the interior glosses over our unprotected vision. As the medical individuals continue to work, we feel… relieved. Our first occurrence of life may be extended due to the assistance of these mortals. Perhaps, this could be the reason they wish to live. To be cared for, and assisted. We must ponder this more. As we lay in the medical automobile, a small prick shocks through our arm in the bend. We begin… feeling…
exh… aust… ed…
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