David Roberts // Westley (asuwish) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2010-04-04 22:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | david roberts, rosalind reed |
Who: David Roberts and Roz Reed
What: David wakes up, Roz has been waiting for him
When: Saturday night
Where: St. Mary's Medical Center in San Francisco
David had been dreaming. He thought. It was probably a dream. It could have been a dream, or a hallucination, or some strange afterlife. He'd been on a dark sea, thrown about by storms, the sky swirling with dark clouds. He coughed and sputtered, but he couldn't breath, his lungs were filled with water. Waves battered him, slamming into his chest, each one more painful than the last. Lightning split the sky, shocking it, shocking the sea, and shocking him. His body convulsed and the storm continued. When it finally subsided it was just him, alone, floating with flat gray seas in all directions. Then he was certain he was dead. He'd really screwed up this time, just when he thought maybe he was doing something sort of right. At least he was done. This wasn't so bad.
'No,' said the voice in his head. The same voice as always. 'It is that bad. We're not done.'
'Why are you still around? Shouldn't you go find some new, alive sucker to bother.' He was pretty sure one of the perks of being dead would have been not having to deal with reincarnation. Or something like that.
'You're not done. You have things to live for. Someone to live for. Death cannot stop true love, all it can do is delay it for awhile.'
'I really hate you, you know that?'
The pain in his chest that had finally ebbed away with the gray waves came back. David coughed, trying to draw breath consciously and finding it harder than he'd remembered. Then he blinked, opening his eyes to the too bright fluorescent hospital lights, and groaned. 'So it's not over.'