seven : john

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"We have a pulse!" A nurse screamed.

John felt like he was on fire. John felt like he was hit by a truck. John felt like he had been flung into the sun. No, John felt like all three of those things had just happened.

"Stay with us," the woman who had screamed earlier said, concern lacing her voice like John laced his sleeping drugs to be stronger.

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John's vision was hazy. The world was a mess of colour and noises, indiscernible things he didn't have the energy to make out.

An exhale, then nothing.

No more pain.

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