The small metallic clicking noise was soft and smoothing next to his ear. The rhythmic ticking echoed through his ears. The young man’s breath was strained; his eyes were wide as he stared at the bed covers through his knees that were pressed to his cheeks. He didn’t hear the wristwatch’s ticking, he heard a heart beat. One that didn’t beat anymore. He clenched his hands over his ears hoping to block out the sound. It didn’t help. He shut his eyes tight and sunk his teeth into his bottom lip as he dug his fingernails into the sensitive skin behind his ears. He could still hear the heart beat, the soft beeping sound of the monitor. The slight raising of the heartbeat. The rushing sounds of the nurses and doctors as he was pushed from the room.
Then the silence, everything was silent except for a long steady tone of death.
Tick, tick, tick
He let out a small muffled sob as his eyes burned and his eyelids held back his tears.
He opened his eyes and a few tears leaked out and slid down his face, he ignored them. They felt too natural there to really notice them. He turned to look at the watch that he had placed on his bedside table.
Tick, it greeted him in a mocking tone.
Ray bit his lip harder resisting the urge to throw the watch across the room. To hear it smack against the wall and break stopping the ticking forever.
quote by Isaac Asimov
US science fiction novelist & scholar
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