He laid back on the table, staring at the cold, sterile surroundings. A sense of unease built within his chest, and he could barely contain the tears. 54 years on this earth had boiled down to this - some stranger filling his veins and his body with poison.
She smiled at him, trying her best to reassure and to comfort. Fitting the the needle into his arm, she was careful to ensure that she'd tapped directly into the vein. There was no room for error... no recourse for missing her target. Adjusting the line, she opened up the lock and let the fluid flood the line.
He closed his eyes, terror washing through him. Memories of time spent with his wife and kids floated past like a slideshow, each moment more precious than the last. Could this really be it? Had he actually reached the end of the line? If he could do it all again, he knew he'd make sure that he spent more time with the ones he loved... ensure he took advantages of each opportunity life presented him and not squander away the time like some cricket in the sun.
The first drop hit his veins and burned like some sort of acid eating away at him. It flowed from the tubing into his arm and through his body, filling him with the most deadly type of poison. He tried to make the most of it, but his mind would not allow him to concentrate on the positive. Cold dread filled him, and a tear slid down his cheek.
The burning sensation spread through. At first just an unpleasant warmth, it quickly spread into an ingulfing inferno. His body became feverish, and he felt as if he'd be consumed in flames at any moment. Biting his tongue, he refused to give in... refused to admit to the sheer agony that was consuming him from the inside out.
The foul fluid spread through his arms, his chest. It spread into his neck and stomach. Fiendish fingers reached out and prodded at soft tissues; they poked at his organs. He tried to curl into the fetal position and was stopped by the apparatus. Wishing for a mercifully swift death, all he could do now was wait.
But wait for what? What was standing on the other side of this doorway opened before him? Sweet relief? Or dark agony?
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