Zack squeezed his eyes shut, clutching his head as the world twisted around him.
The lights in the ER flickered, the walls warping like a melted plastic. The beeping of the flatline drummed againt his skull — a relentless punishing traumatic sound. He blinked his eyes open.
He saw Liam still lay motionless on the gurney. His open, lifeless eyes bore into Zack.
"What are you going to do now?"
"You didn't save me before…And you can't save me now." Liam stared at him, voice was silent, but he heard it like a heartbeat inside his skull.
Then, the scene shifted again.
"Damn it! Come on!" Zack cursed under his breath. "I'm so exhausted, I can't do this anymore," he said, his limbs felt sluggish, his thoughts muddled, yet the nightmare refused to end.
Then, a figure stood before him.
And it looks exactly like him.
Zack's pulse stuttered. He stood frozen as the figure stepped forward, emerging from the darkness like a reflection.
It was him.
But not him.
