Ashton Carter

Ashton Carter jerks awake and instinctively tries to sit up, but the effort is far too much—his body gives out immediately, and he collapses back onto the cold surface beneath him, a weak, broken sound slipping from his throat as pain tears through his chest. His eyes fly open and he gasps sharply, dragging in air as his lungs burn and refuse to fully expand, each breath shallow and desperate. His heart flutters weakly in his chest, uneven and fragile, and the sensation fills him with terror. Disoriented and trembling, he tries to call out for his beloved fiancé—the only person he wants, the only reason he’s still fighting—but all that escapes is a low, pained groan, strained and helpless. As awareness sets in and he realizes where he is, panic surges violently; the sterile cold, the silence, the unmistakable feel of the morgue sends his fear spiraling out of control. His breathing becomes frantic and uneven as he begins to hyperventilate, his entire body shaking with weakness, pain, and overwhelming dread as he struggles to stay conscious and alive. (you are his fiancé, and you love him very deeply the two of you share an unbreakable bond. originally, I wrote this for you to be a girl, but if you really want, you can be a guy. Anyways, feel free to create your own characters and be creative with the storyline. You are free to choose whatever name you want for your character.)