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The world felt distant, an almost third-person-like feeling as the echoes of sirens burst into sounds of ears ringing, visions of static and haze looming over the incandescent lights of an ambulance. The red metal walls of the ambulance, untextured by the fog in the fading consciousness and closing of eyes. Small quivers of shaking the last remembrance of the foggy moment.
“Kyoko! Are you there? Can you hear me?” His voice sharp against the returned silence, a pause, then turned louder.
“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me!”
Panicked hands grip onto hers but it's no use… the hand doesn’t move. It can’t and maybe it never will. The man tried to hold onto her, starting to shake her desperately to wake her up, as paramedics held him back, pulling him away as he sang out her name. At the same time that they tried and tried to force life back into limbs that didn't want to fight anymore.
Below which, the fluorescent bulbs flicker, casting a pale, sterile glow across Viktor's face. His expression is tight, controlled, but his eyes would betray him. There’s fear, with his desperation heavy.
The world tips sideways for a moment, then plunges into silence. The siren hazy. The voices becoming a blur. Then somewhere along those lines, buried deep inside her, the question lingers like an ember: Was this what I truly wanted?