Numb
Nov 26th, 2019 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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“I’m so sick of pain, Gene. I wish I couldn’t feel at all.” With a shaky sniffle, Emily stroked the black fur of Gene’s chin, eliciting his tractor purr.
She may never fully recover, the doctors said. They called it transverse myelitis. Emily preferred less polite terms.
Gene‘s glowing eyes slid closed. Emily’s followed.
She awoke to a ringtone, heart pounding. Her thoughts reached for the phone inches away on the sofa.
Not a muscle twitched. No sensation, as though her nerves had died. The phone fell silent. Gene‘s stare blazed with yellow light.
Gene…
In her mind, Emily screamed.
From Guest Contributor Michelle Cook