The world slowed. Sounds became muted. Cheska’s eyes were trained on the flat line displayed on the heart monitor. The man across her pumped on Fred’s chest, desperately trying to revive him. The scientist beside her shouted orders at the guards at the exit. The door slammed behind her as the men went to obey his commands.
Still, no pulse.
She looked at his gaunt face. Cheska clutched at his legs as if it would keep his soul tied to the living.
Her eyes returned to the screen.
Heart rate: 0 bpm.
No. She shook her head.
Darkness edged her vision. Cold started on her fingers and toes and crept upward.
They did this!
Silence. Blissful silence welcomed her. Heat began to pulse in her chest and spread outward. Yet the cold was still there. (more…)