Deep Dive

<center> He looks at me. He looks at me with his dead stare and smiles. Then the spoon drops from his hand. His face begins to contort in unnatural ways and I know it is coming. But I can’t let it happen, not yet. Not now. The paramedics should be here in any minute. [[What is taking them so long?]] </center>

<center> The first stroke was 5 years ago. We were in the woods. Who would have thought that after a life-long fascination with technology we would both crave the solitude and privacy of nature? I carried him, I promised him I would not let him go. At the edge of the woods, where I finally had a signal, I summoned the ambulance. [[It was the longest ambulance ride of our lives.]] </center>

<center> At the hospital he was given an Ultra Scan immediately. They repaired most of the damage… but his being was starting to disassociate. I should have dove in, but they didn’t let me. When the neuro nurse came back she said she did the best she could. It wasn’t enough. He was left like this. “Ready to go to the hospital, sir?” [[This time it will be different.]] </center>

<center> The trip to the hospital is peaceful. There is nothing to fear when you know exactly what is coming. It is just… [[sad.]] </center>

<center> They load him into the bay in the ER. The Ultra Scan does it’s thing and then I stop them. [[Two words.]] </center>

<center> [[Comfort care.]] </center>

<center> Diving into his psyche is not an exhilarating jump but more of a velvety glide. He knows it’s me. [[I’m coming.]] </center>

<center> I land in the beach where we met. He’s such a romantic. I miss him. I miss us… and suddenly, [[there he is.]] </center>

<center> <big> Deep Dive </big> by SlyRed <small> [[Begin]] </small> </center>