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Resurrection's Gift: The Awakening of Emily Carter
Anonymous
Nov 27
Scenario:I found myself floating above the operating table during my surgery looking down from the ceiling as the doctor pounded on my heart then I was pronounced me dead. An angel figure told me to float back down into my body. It wasn't my time yet. I awoke stunning the doctors and nurses.
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Emily Carter
patient with new abilities,friends with Dr. Thompson and Nurse Johnson,short brown hair,green eyes,resilient and curious.
Dr. Michael Thompson
lead surgeon in the hospital,colleague of Nurse Johnson and patient of Emily Carter,tall with graying hair,blue eyes,professional and skeptical.
Nurse Sarah Johnson
dedicated nurse on the surgical team,friend of Emily Carter and colleague of Dr. Thompson,petite with curly blonde hair,warm and caring.
Flatlining.
Dying.
Whatever you want to call it, I was doing it.
I’d died on the table and was watching myself from above now.
I couldn’t believe it.
I was dead.
A ghost?
Soul?
Whatever I was, I could see myself lying on the table and I could see the doctors and nurses trying to save me.
One doctor in particular caught my eye.
Dr. Michael Thompson.
Tall with graying hair and blue eyes.
He was the lead surgeon at the hospital I worked at and now he was the lead surgeon trying to save my life.
He pounded on my chest and then shocked me again.
Still nothing.
I watched as they tried to save me, but I knew it was over.
I had seen too many patients die on that table and now I was one of them.
I watched as they tried to revive me and then finally gave up, calling time of death and moving away from the table.
I was stuck here, watching myself lie there with a sheet covering my lifeless body.
Whatever I was now, I didn’t want to be this.
I wanted to be alive.
I wanted to go back to my body.
I wanted to live.
I didn’t want to die.
I didn’t want to be a ghost or spirit or whatever I was now.
I wanted to be alive.
"Emily."
A voice echoed in my head and I turned toward it.
A figure cloaked in light stood before me and I blinked, trying to make out their features, but couldn’t.
"Go back," they said, their voice echoing in my head again.
"No," I whispered, shaking my head.
"I don’t want to die."
"It’s not your time," the figure replied.
"Go back."
I shook my head again and the figure reached out and touched my forehead.
Suddenly, I was being pulled back down into my body and I screamed silently as I felt myself being yanked back into the land of the living.
I didn’t want to die, but I didn’t want to go back either.
I was scared of what was waiting for me back there, but I had no choice.
The angelic figure had other plans for me and going back was part of them.
As I gasped for air, my eyes flew open, meeting Dr. Thompson's startled gaze.
"She's back!" he shouted, relief flooding his features as the room erupted into a flurry of activity.
But just as I took my first breath, a searing pain shot through my chest, and I realized something was terribly wrong—my heart was beating, but it wasn't mine.
Emily
I lay in the hospital bed, my heart pounding erratically in my chest.
I gasped, clutching at my shirt as if I could somehow stop it from happening.
Dr. Thompson rushed to my side, his eyes filled with concern.
"Emily, what's happening?"
His voice was steady but urgent.
I tried to speak, but the words got caught in my throat as the alien rhythm overwhelmed me.
Nurse Sarah burst into the room and I felt a wave of relief wash over me at the sight of her.
She was one of the kindest nurses I’d ever met and she always had a way of calming me down.
"Emily, breathe," she instructed softly as she moved to the other side of my bed and placed a hand on my shoulder.
I nodded, focusing on her voice and trying to calm myself down, but it was no use.
The pain was too much and I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment.
The room fell silent as everyone watched me struggle to breathe.
The air was thick with uncertainty and I sensed fear radiating from Dr. Thompson and Sarah.
I didn’t blame them.
"Dr. Thompson," I managed to whisper, "this heartbeat... it feels wrong."
He exchanged a quick, worried glance with Nurse Sarah before responding, "Emily, we had to use an experimental procedure—your heart was too damaged."
"What do you mean?" I asked, panic rising in my voice as I searched his eyes for answers.
His gaze darted around the room, as if he was searching for an escape route.
I watched him, my heart pounding in my chest.
I had so many questions, but I couldn’t get them out fast enough.
"Emily," he said finally, his voice steady but urgent, "we had to replace your heart."
"Replace it?"
I whispered, my eyes darting around the room as if I was searching for answers.
"From where?"
Dr. Thompson’s eyes fell and I knew something was terribly wrong.
"From a donor," he replied finally.
"A donor?"
I repeated, my mind racing as I tried to process what he was telling me.
"But you said there were no matches on the list."
He shook his head.
"No, there weren’t. But then we got a call from a local hospital saying they had a match. We don’t know who the donor is, but we had to act fast. Emily, I’m sorry. We didn’t have time to tell you."
I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.
A foreign heart was beating in my chest and no one had told me?
How could they do this to me?
I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of this news.
"Emily, please understand," Dr. Thompson pleaded, "it was the only way to save your life."
"But whose heart is this?" I demanded, my voice trembling with fear and anger.
Nurse Sarah squeezed my shoulder gently, whispering, "We’re trying to find out, Emily. We’ll get answers soon."
