Pain. Awful pain. It washed over Jacek in waves. He was drowning in a strange ocean of agony. It was freezing cold. All he wished to do was surrender and admit his mistake.

Idiot. What was I thinking?

He was scarcely even aware of which direction was up. Maybe there was no up. It seemed that there was only space and the only place to go was down.

Then there was hard, cold linoleum against his face and Jacek felt his tensed muscles relax so that the floor was almost a crushing upward force against him.

Why?

He hadn’t been a bad person during his days on earth, not really. With a sense of hopelessness hanging over him, Jacek rolled over and looked up. There was the sky. Rain began to pour down, forcing him to sit up to breathe.

The doctor stood several feet away from him, smiling wickedly before the rain washed away her image. As much as she was responsible for his impossibly dreadful suffering, Jacek could not feel any hatred or even dislike towards her.

How does she do that?