Chapter 1 - Just kill me now... (1/2)

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Thoughts with anything but a nice intent went through the mind of one young man, his frail and weakened body being supported by an echocardiograph to make sure he stayed alive, and a respirator to make sure he breathed properly.

The young man is under white sheets, his eyes are covered in bandages, same for his ears, nose, and head. If one would look closer, he could see the missing tongue from his open mouth, his body is full of bandages and plaster, the only normal thing about his appearance was a pendant around his neck.

It's a pendant on his neck that his parents gave him, the pendant appeared to be made of silver and it had a mechanism that could let it open, but only clean mirrors made themselves visible when opened, disappointing even the young man at times.

The footsteps of a person echoed, slowly a middle-aged man wearing doctor clothes made himself present, his eyes never leaving his documents. Pity made itself at home in his eyes.

Without himself realizing, the doctor's free hand had fixed his glasses' position out of habit.

Doctor: Loss of taste, age: 11, cause: Abusive uncle cut off his tongue, fortunately someone called an ambulance that was pretty near when they saw the scene from a window.

Loss of hearing, age: 12, cause: A group of thugs forced him to hear to incredibly loud gunshots, destroying his eardrums, the thugs were forced to pay to his parents and put in prison.

Loss of smell, age: 15, cause: Teacher punched him in the nose, causing an internal bleeding, the doctors were forced to close his nose to block the internal bleeding.

And then… Brain damage, age: 17, cause: A drunk driver accidentally slammed his truck on him, his bones are broken and the part between his brain and the spine separated, before his brain got a trauma when crashing in the ground, he can't move or feel anything, basically the only thing that work is his heart…

Doctor: This is anything but short of a miracle he's still alive. Is his willpower made out of iron?

After saying that, he sighed and looked at the man's documents on his identity. He may have said that as a compliment, but he felt pity for the young man...

Doctor: Jean Dennell, 18 years, unable to communicate in any way, the parents, still grieving due to their child suffering so much, finally consented on Euthanasia.

The doctor slowly made his way next to young Jean's bed.

Doctor: Good luck in your journey to the otherworld, Jean, hopefully you won't suffer as much as you are doing right now.

Then he pulled out the spine of his respirator, and soon…

*Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...*

Doctor: His heartbeat is now 0…

He's finally dead…

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...Where am I?

I… I feel warmth…!?

?: Please, open your eyes! Little Che… Little Che, wake up! Don't scare me like this!

He closed his eyes due to the sudden apparition and unconsciously sat up, before he heard a feminine voice.

?: Ah! Little Che!

Then another sensation he didn't feel for some time came at him when the source of the feminine voice hugged him, he was immediately tackled back in the bed since he didn't need to react to anything for an entire year.