Don't Ask, Wouldn't Lie
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Death is full of Tech“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” I murmured. Brianna stood in front of me. She stared down at a computer.
“Uh huh. Don’t worry, Hon. It’ll be fine. Just die and I’ll take care of the technical details.”
After I told Brianna I would go, Brianna let me in on tiny little detail of what had to happen:I have to die. George’s already done it. And it’s not really dying. Brianna just tampers with the machine, makes sure no doctor succeeds in saving me, and vola.
And I’m erased. No one thinks I’m alive and I’m dead according to every single record. At the new school I officially erase Hannah Kennington and a new character is born. My name, personality, maybe even my hair, will change. Hannah Kennington is dead.
Back to the present.
I nodded and pretended to drift off (by the way, drifting off in a hospital bed that you’ve barley left in the past week is really hard). I tossed in my ‘sleep’ and pretended to be deep in sleep. Apparently, Brianna’s been watching me, and I fall asleep almost instantly.
That’s when the beeping started. It was an intense beep and the only time I’ve ever heard it before is on one of those doctor shows where it’s always a close call and the patient miraculously survives. Except this time, I wouldn’t be surviving.
Brianna gave a small yelp. “She’s dying! Help! Doctor help!”
Through my eyes lashes I saw a man with greying hair come in. A white lab coat swirled around his ankles from running. He rushed to my side and immediately began pressing buttons, muttering to himself. I had to stop myself from pointing out that muttering to himself was a real pointless waste of time. If you were going to waste time, waste it good.
Slowly the beeping died down. Through my eyelashes, the man grabbed a needle from the table and made as if to put it through my heart.
Brianna quickly grabbed his wrist. “Doctor, that wouldn’t help. That has NHG in it and Hannah is highly allergic to it. Putting it through her heart would only make it worse.”
“It wasn’t in her file.”
“With all due respect sir, a lot of things don’t go into the files.”
The man slowly lowered the needle. “Then I’m sorry Ms. Aldra. I’m sorry you had to lose both George and Hannah in one week.”
Brianna pretended to just register the fact. “Both of them,” she whispered sinking down to the floor. “Dead. They were so young.”
And she broke down crying.