? Where is the doctor?! ? A nurse yelled.

  ?Someone is already getting him! ? Another responded

  There was much panic around me, so many nurses calling for different doses of various medicines; hell, I could even hear the attempts to restart my heart. But I could feel it. This was the end.

  At least there wouldn’t be many people who missed me.

  Quiet crying interrupted my musing.

  ? Please don't go brother ?

  Well, maybe someone. My little sister’s name is Emily. She isn’t much younger than I am; we were roughly two years apart, but she got lucky on the gene side, growing up perfectly healthy while I developed an unknown genetic-based disease. While I was little, it wasn’t necessarily the worst. It didn’t debilitate me, but it generally impeded what physical activities I could do, so I managed to squeeze in a few years of lower school.

  But that was when it took a turn for the worse. One day, I collapsed and woke up in a hospital; that was the last time I was outside. Later, the doctors told me I had a heart attack, and I was lucky to survive.

  Alas, back in the present, I didn’t feel much. I had already accepted my limited time; even the extra 16 years had been an unexpected miracle. Unable to move anything, I can merely observe my surroundings, not able to comfort the only person who stayed with me throughout these years.

  A single tear ran down the patient's face, not out of fear but rather the sadness that was there for Emily.

  His parents were not there, which was to be expected; they would barely look at him after the heart failure happened—their little failure. Frankly, he did feel some respect toward them; after all, he wouldn’t have lived as long without the money they provided. Still, he couldn’t help but feel bad about leaving his sister behind with those two.

  His last thoughts were of the pain his sister was going through.

  Sorry Emily, I have to go.

  And he closed his eyes for the last time.

  The nurses around him were panicking, while the doctor who arrived recently was attempting to keep their patient alive.

  ? Keep trying the defibrillator; if we don't get his heart restarted soon, it's not going to work. ?

  The ECG showed the attempts and the repeated failures.

  Finally, after so many attempts. The doctor looked at his watch.

  ? Name, Miles Winston. Time of death… 3:16 am ?

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  ? What a sad fate, to die after being trapped so long is a tragedy. ?

  ? That will not do. ?

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  Sorry, Emily, I have to go….

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  Closing his eyes, he breathed out, and a long pause greeted him.

  …

  …

  …

  Confused, he reopened his eyes, to which an empty void greeted him. Attempting to move, he discovered that his body was gone; there was nothing except his viewpoint and a small strand seemingly pulling him through the void.

  Miles never believed in an afterlife; the idea that a god could exist faded after he realized he would die in the hospital bed; after all, no god answered him. However, he thought if there were to be an afterlife, a large empty void would not be it.

  He had expected to be snuffed out like a candle flame, not to be suspended in emptiness. It was much different than what the religions on earth said; there were no angels, no demons. Instead, an oddly comforting void was at the end of life. Eventually, this strange warmth led to Miles slipping into an unconscious state.

  Time passed, and Miles simply floated in stasis in the void, being tugged by the strand.

  Miles was jerked into consciousness with a sudden snap of the strand, falling through the void and being forced by an invisible force. Bewildered, he regained control over his body and stared at the translucent hands before him.

  A small crack in the void appeared under him a few moments later, illuminating the infinite surroundings. The crack, which was just large enough for his body (soul?) to fall in, rapidly approached, and soon, Miles was passing through the crack, the pressure from the void cramming his mind through it, and with an abrupt stab of pain.

  Once again, Miles opened his eyes hastily. Instead of a large void, he saw a huge, blurry room. Slowly, it came into focus, with two giant people staring down at him. A woman with a large man standing behind her was looking at him, both with wide grins.

  Stunned, he thinks, Woah, they are huge!

  The people above him blink, and Miles does, too. The rest of the room slowly came into focus, revealing a large room with oversized chairs and candles, but it gave the feeling of a lived-in home.

  The fog that blanketed his mind cleared, and he could hear his surroundings, the two strangers excitedly talking, with the women glancing down at him ever so often as if to make sure he hadn't run off. One concerning thing he heard was strange “oohhhs” and “aahs.” His head felt heavy while he tried to look for the source of these sounds, but stopped when the noises sounded the same distance, when he stopped the sounds stopped too.

  Oh.

  Struggling to move his hand, Miles brought it up toward his face, almost ending up slapping himself. To both his expectation and a bit of horror, it was a baby’s hand.

  It hit Miles: It isn’t the people who are giants… it’s me who is small.

  The moving of his hand got his parents' attention, and they froze. The woman got a tiny bit closer. Her green eyes almost sparkled while watching mine.

  Who I should probably assume is my new mom.

  She slightly taps him on the head, repeating a word, slowly sounding it out for him.

  “◆???◎?… Fe-i-lix… Feeeeeliiiixxxx” She murmurs.

  With reality finally sinking in, Miles froze for a moment, not minding the lady in front of him he checked something more important. Using all the strength in his now very little body, he tries to move his lower body.

  My legs! They work!

  Several years after he was admitted to the hospital, his leg's motor functions slowly decreased and eventually ended up robbing his ability to move at all; according to the doctors, there was enough oxygen and nutrition, but something happened where the cells struggled to receive the signals, they concluded that there was some issue in his spinal cord that was causing the issue, and the doctors gave up there. Nothing they could do for him, they said.

  But now I can move again! He happily thought.

  It might take some time, aka, living through my entire childhood again. But as long as that disease doesn’t happen again, I can live a normal life! He only wished Emily would be there with him.

  Jolting him from his thoughts, the man picks Miles up, still happily grinning.

  Miles, unused to much parental love, thinks, "Yes, I think this life will be better."