I am going to submit this on all three experience sites. I felt the fire. I let it burn. I lost what I held dearly, only to regain it.
It was a day at school when I started vomiting. It was gross and disgusting and all vomity. I went home and I was running a fever of 103 Fahrenheit.
My mom took me to a doctor, who said it was only a bad case of the flu. LIAR. Next doctor please. My mom took me to another doctor, same thing.
So I was getting to the point I was going to go... Forever. My mother took me to my normal doc and he said I had strep throat and one of the worst cases of the flu he's ever seen. So with my good hearing I heard. "We need to hospitalize him, Red tube." I was scared as... pudding. (I don't want to swear.) I hate hospitals. Needles, the smell of syringes. IV's. Shots. Blood. All those things scared me puddingless.
I felt myself leave my body for a moment. A Tug on the string of life about to be cut. As in Greek Mythology, the Fates. I heard two growls. Sarge (as in this story) and Banjo (this story) came to be with me on my passing, as I was to believe. Banjo and Sarge's spirit looked me in my eyes, telling me not to go. I reached weakly for them and touched both of them. They saved my life, I don't know how. My guardian angel, and my pathfinder.
No longer did I feel the twitch.