A Second Chance

Alpha Damon:

“Our King is dead?” someone whose voice I didn’t recognize screamed in fright. The voice sounded vague, like I was underwater.

That didn’t sound right. I tried to stretch my limbs, or get up and tell whoever had said that that I was alive and could hear them, but I seemed to have no control over my body. My eyes remained shut and my limbs remained limp at my sides. If I could feel my heart at that moment, it would have been pounding wildly. What was wrong? I could hear, yet I couldn’t do anything else.

What if whoever had said that was right? What if I was really dead? What did it feel like to be dead? Perhaps I was at the last stage between life and death where I could hear but not react. I couldn’t feel anything, not even pain, and I couldn’t remember anything that had happened before now.

“I don’t know,” someone else said, sounding equally frantic, although the voice was still vague. "Call the physician immediately. He doesn’t seem to be breathing.”

No. Not the phys