24 July 2012
Sephy is writhing on the floor. Tom and I are standing there, shell-shocked. I've frozen, watching her scream and jerk spastically. Then, she's gone. Disappeared. With no trace.
MIKE "Clear!" I feel the defibrillator paddles send a shock into her body beneath my hands. She jerks. The wound on her chest seeps more blood, and the stitches fully disappear. There's nothing. "Again!" A whirring, then, "Clear!" Another shock ripples through her. Nothing. "Persephone, you wake up NOW!" I yell at her, tears falling from my face. "Clear!" I shock her again, and again she jerks. But it's no use. She's gone. Her eyes are glassy, the pain still etched into them. Her chest wound is stretched wide. I close my eyes and sob to myself. Then there's a deep breath, and I go to tell the intruder to leave me alone with her, but it's Sephy. She can't breathe. "Oxygen! Stat!" Someone I don't recognise runs forward and slams a mask on her face. I feel her pulse. She's alive.
Planes- Part V • Opuss № I