The Perdition Principle

The clock ticked faster within the caliginous infirmary. You knew you didn’t have much time. He laid in the bed, bandaged head to toe, unconscious. The tears that came to your eyes could not be held back. As you sat down beside him the scratches on your arms from the night before became visible. A tear hit the ground. The sound of sirens were then heard from outside. The clock kept ticking. Blessings were given; prayers were said. This was deserved; this was justice. The sound of footsteps arose; becoming faster and faster. You turned around as the door slid open.