Training

I do not know what happened, my thoughts seem to escape me the moment I try to follow them. The sounds are muffled, muzzled. Everything seems to me so far, intangible. I think I hear sirens screaming in the distance ... or nearby? Voices approach and move away. I am confused. Hands touch me, well, I think. I feel it, I know it's my skin, but ... But, does my skin really belong to me? My head hurts. I'm not sure, the pain is diffuse, distant and ubiquitous at the same time. She moves away, disappears gradually. A sensory abyss is gradually enveloping me. My eyes open for a moment, with difficulty, painfully. A face twisted with anxiety floats before my eyes, it is scrambled, indistinct, without flavor. - Stay with us, do not let us down. It's an order, the voice is strong, I would like to agree. I'd like to hang on to it, but it's too late. She can not touch me, she can not hold me anymore. I can not stay. I have to go. - Tell my children that I love them. That I would have liked to see them grow by my side. My voice is weak, cracked, sad, desperate. A warm tear slides down my cheek. I leave them, they ... The darkness engulf me, the pain finally disappears. In a sigh, my breath goes out and the comforting softness of death takes me away.