The body on the table changed again. A man, short brown hair and large violet eyes full of pain, bandages trailing from his wrists.
You need to wake up!
"I am awake, Ahava." There was annoyance in his voice, even a hint of contempt. He stepped towards the body again. A dream? Even the quiet blackness of death had been taken from him. No, this was a reality. His reality. The nightmare wasn't the blood or the bodies or the inability to save those he had lost; it was this cycle, ever-repeating, unbreakable even by death itself.
He reached up and closed the man's eyes. "Time of death..."
Violet eyes opened again of their own accord, fixing on him. Somewhere, a clock stopped.
The dream ended and the doctor crumpled to the floor.
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Muraki, this is a dream.
The body on the table changed again. A man, short brown hair and large violet eyes full of pain, bandages trailing from his wrists.
You need to wake up!
"I am awake, Ahava." There was annoyance in his voice, even a hint of contempt. He stepped towards the body again. A dream? Even the quiet blackness of death had been taken from him. No, this was a reality. His reality. The nightmare wasn't the blood or the bodies or the inability to save those he had lost; it was this cycle, ever-repeating, unbreakable even by death itself.
He reached up and closed the man's eyes. "Time of death..."
Violet eyes opened again of their own accord, fixing on him. Somewhere, a clock stopped.
The dream ended and the doctor crumpled to the floor.