M is for Myg

I’d been slipping in and out of it. Some days I was almost alright — felt like I could stand up and fly right out of that depressing hospital bed. But as soon as I’d get a little energy, I felt like my circuits overloaded or something. I’d get confused, start spewing random stuff out and then I’d just crash and not want to move for hours and hours and hours.

“I need to transfer you, Miss March.” I could hear Dr. Altamura’s concern, even through my half-comatose state. “You’re going to need a specialist.” So he brought me to Toxia, where he said he’d done his residency.

“They’ve got the best medical reference library on the grid,” he went on. “I think I’ll be able to get to the bottom of this here.”

Whatever. That’s pretty much where I was with this whole death struggle illness thing. It wasn’t just sick. It wasn’t just tired. It was like my whole personality was fading. I wasn’t who I was anymore. Just a collection of pixels, slowly losing connection with one another. I was fragmented. I could feel it.

Not sure how he got me there, but I remember him wheeling me into intake. I felt lighter and lighter as my disintegration continued. It wouldn’t be long now, I thought. I’d be less than a memory.

“Don’t give up Myg,” he bent down and whispered. “Please…” I couldn’t understand why it mattered to him then. But something in his voice gave me courage.

Then out of nowhere came another surge. White heat started to fill my head, soaking into my brain like rum into cake. I bolted upright, moaning and clutching at myself. The doc didn’t seem in the least bit surprised.

“I think I can remember now…” I told him.

“Quick — tell me about the words you heard from the ghosts — Sanator Daemonicon Verterbratus, what does that mean to you? Anything?” He was totally hot for information.

“Yes. I think it’s about a book I was looking for.”

“A book? Why were you looking for that book?”

I started to feel sick to my stomach and all of a sudden I felt the dire urge to flee. But I didn’t have the strength.

“I healed a demon.” I almost choked as I said it.

“And they’re after you now, right?” he said.

I nodded. “It sure as hell seems like it.”

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Ed. Notes. - Belated credits:

Location: Toxian City, Toxia 12, 193, 23 SLURL  Owned and created by Miss Wright. Thanks to JellyBean Madison for great location scouting.

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Prim tear (Myg’s left cheek, last photo): made specially for Met a Stranger by Dinee Ghia. “I could see where the story was headed,” she said. “Thought this might come in handy…”

This entry was posted on Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007 at 12:58 pm and is filed under Met a stranger, Second Life.