Kenny tried to get out of bed, but even before he had the chance to sit up, a wave of dizziness swept through his body and a dark blur descended over him.
Even looking for his pills on the bedside table was an act that had become too tiring for him. His hands were trembling at such a point that he couldn’t get the pills out of their box. He had to lie down again in the middle of his activity, and he laid his head to rest on his pillow, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Exhaustion was spreading through him, draining away the last of his energy. He wasn’t certain how many minutes or hours he had still to live.
He caught sight of himself in the mirror on the wardrobe in front of the bed. His complexion was ashen, and his hair, limp with sweat and matted down against his scalp, framed a face he could barely recognize. His eyes seemed to have sunk deep within their sockets, peering out suspiciously from beneath the ridges of his brow.
Earlier this morning, he had felt better, confident that his strength and health would return to him real soon. But as the hours passed, he’d slowly begun to feel the weakness of the cancer creeping up on him once more and now the disease had come back even more violently than ever before.Now he knew for sure that there wasn’t much time left.
Kenny Fisher would die.
Not in some vague, distant future, but probably somewhere in the hours to come.And the rage to beat his cancer was on him again. His fist clenched and he wanted to get back on his feet. He tried to walk towards the door of his hotel room with all the force he could muster. A few minutes later, he tapped at Eva’s door. It seemed to take an eternity before she finally opened. From the look on her face, he could tell that she knew why he was there.
“I think it’s time to make a few decisions,” Kenny said. “I believe it’s getting serious.”
“You’ve been sick before,” Eva said.
“It’s not the first time that I’m nauseated, but it has never been this bad,” Kenny said with a scowl. “Can I at least come in?”
Eva opened the door for him and Kenny stumbled inside.
“I’m gonna die if I don’t do something fast,” Kenny said. A violent stab of nausea slashed through him again and he fell onto his hands and knees. He could hardly stand up anymore.
It crept towards Kenny, onto Kenny, creeping onto his legs, arms, and torso as if he were invaded by millions of insects.
“You’re going to be fine,” Eva assured him. “Believe me, Kenny, you’re going to feel better than you’ve ever felt in your life.”
Kenny struggled against the water that started to creep into his mouth and into his nose, and for a second, he regretted his decision.
He tried to speak in order to stop the invasion, but the water filled his mouth, his throat, his lungs.
Luckily for him, his nightmare would not last long.
Kenny’s struggles grew weaker. He was blacking out. Time began to stretch for him, and he thought he could feel his blood desperately trying to suck oxygen from his lungs. The last thing he felt was a blinding, searing agony as the water moved inside his body and then, finally, an explosion in his chest.
Kenny Fisher was part of Moonlight Creek now, part of its water.
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