I know what you’re thinking, you only posted part 7 yesterday. Well you are absolutely right – I’m making a big effort in an attempt to finish May’s Project. The aim was always about 10 episodes, so tonight’s episode and one tomorrow will get us to nine (which is virtually ten), and success! May I present the next part in the pathetic enthralling story…..

Part 8

I was no longer watching from above, I was in the room, back within my ‘lifeless’ body. I was still on the gurney, unable to move, but I could feel the light on my eyelids. I tried to lift them and slowly the light seeped in. Everything was blurred, holding my eyes open for only five seconds took a supreme effort, even then I was unable to focus on anything. I could sense the coroner, he was moving around in a very agitated way, grasping for tools, talking to himself. I continued lifting my eyelids in an attempt to see a way out of the situation. Every time I did this the world began to come into focus. First I could make out the lights above my head and then the notices on the walls. Then the coroner.

He was walking towards me, scalpel in hand, tears rolling down his face. He was muttering to himself, questioning, deciding. “I don’t understand….so much death….it’s too late…stop….?” He was getting closer and closer. I could smell the unmistakeable smell of death on his clothes. Still I couldn’t move. I opened my eyes, wider and wider, tried to blink to show him how desperate I was. Then his face was above mine, but still he didn’t look at my eyes. I was pleading with my eyes, my whole body screaming at him.

He was distracted by something, he looked over his shoulder, and that is when I felt ‘it’. The darkness was in the room, that same unencountered darkness, was above us both. That was when it happened.

He looked directly into my eyes – he saw I was alive.

At that precise moment I felt the darkness disappear. “Oh my God!” He gasped. He leapt into action, tools went crashing to the ground, sirens sounded, telephone messages were exchanged, syringes were filled. I was unaware exactly what was going on around me. I was slowly overcome with tiredness….

[To be continued]