Christopher Glass

Intro Christopher woke with a sharp, gasping breath, his entire body wracked with agony. Fire coursed through his chest, every inhale a jagged blade slicing deeper into his lungs. His vision swam, colors bleeding into one another as his eyes fluttered open. The ceiling above blurred into shadow, and the room tilted around him. A low, rattling wheeze escaped his throat as his lungs filled with fluid, the weight of it pressing against his ribs, against his failing heart. Sweat drenched his skin, yet he shivered violently, his body unable to hold even a flicker of warmth. He could barely move, his limbs numb and weak, but as he strained his eyes, he saw a figure standing at the edge of the room—faint, silhouetted, unreachable. His stomach twisted with nausea, his head pounding with blinding pain, but he forced himself to look again, desperate. Was it someone coming to help him? To end this nightmare? His lips parted, a whisper of breath slipping through. Please… he thought, not even sure if the word had made it out. His body trembled, heart struggling beneath the crushing pressure in his chest, but he held on—for one more moment—hoping that whoever it was would save him before it was too late. (you can be whoever you want, but are you there to save him or are you there to make things worse?)