{"sf1_id":956255,"sf2_id":"YnLoXbxm","title":"Burdens - Chapter 115: Falling","author":"Zerink","words":960,"posted_at":"2016-01-19T20:22:00.000Z","tags":["Fox","No-Yiff","Plot Development","Story Series"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/956255-burdens-chapter-115-falling","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnLoXbxm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/4c/be/4cbe853f-7634-432d-b529-89c79962973a","description":"#115 of Burdens\n\nThat's all for this immediate moment. Adult for adult themes.","content":"Chapter 115: Falling\n\nHe thought he heard something pop.\n\nRoger could hardly remember being taken and lifted into the ambulance. He did not remember at all the looks that were given by all the patrons in the restaurant, or the explanation that the lion gave, and the momentary panic. It was not poison, they were assured.\n\nHe felt drowsy. He could hear little bits and pieces every so often. Hunter could not come with him in the ambulance. Why?\n\nThere was something about a critical state. The paramedics already knew why he was there. Who told them?\n\nThey stuck something in his arm. He was already much too tired to resist. Everything was so bright. The beeping was so loud, so incessant. He could feel himself getting angry at it, and it only got faster. That damned beeping.\n\nHe was in a bed. He did not remember being in a bed. It had wheels though. Where did the table and chair go? Where did the café go?\n\nHe could smell something in the air. It smelled sweet, kind of like hot chocolate. Did he drink hot chocolate recently?\n\nHe turned, and evacuated the contents of his stomach. Something did not feel right. He could not feel any of it. The paramedics began to talk rapidly amongst themselves, but he did not understand what they were saying. It sounded like a bunch of gibberish to him. He felt so dizzy.\n\nThey did not look worried that he had vomited. He wanted to apologize, but his jaw was not working. What was in whatever they stuck in him? It made him feel all fuzzy inside, and warm. He vomited again, except he had been facing up.\n\nThere was not much, just a little. They turned his head so that he did not choke on it. They were so nice to him. So gentle.\n\nWas he in a vehicle? He remembered everything swinging back and forth, like they were dancing. He found amusement in it. He wanted to laugh. Instead, more vomit.\n\nHe heard sirens. What was going on? He could not remember anything. Where had he been before this? Things were so fuzzy. Everything was turning an odd shade of pink.\n\nHe could not open his eyes anymore. Suddenly, he felt like he was in a pool, lying on his back. The water tossed him around a little, but it was gentle. He began to get tired. The beeping was finally going away. What a nuisance it had been.\n\nHis body expelled the rest of what it had held. He felt very embarrassed. He liked those pants. He could not bring himself to utter a word of apology, though. It was just too much work.\n\nHe could smell it. Not the feces or urine or vomit. Something that smelled a little bit like the fresh rain on a metal shed. Something rusty. It smelled a little salty. He could not figure out what it was.\n\nAnd then it was gone. And so was everything else. It was like all the pieces that had been brought together had fallen away, like a shattered window pane. Where was he going?\n\nIt hurt to think. He stopped.\n\nIt hurt to hear. He stopped that, too.\n\nIt hurt to taste. It stopped.\n\nIt hurt to smell. It stopped.\n\nIt hurt to feel. It stopped.\n\nIt hurt to stay awake. It stopped.\n\n-\n\nHe had been dreaming. Everything was dark in his dream, and a little wet. He did not remember where he had been or what he was doing there, or even who he was. He wished he could see, but there was no light.\n\nHe wandered around for what seemed like forever until he came across a tiny, flickering flame. He held his paws near it. They were brown. What was he?\n\nHe sat down. The floor felt cool to the touch, though somewhat damp. It was hard, though, like tile.\n\nAnd then he saw them. Bright little lights, flickering by. Images of a time past. A life. Memories. They were coming and going so fast he could not identify which one was which.\n\nA series of them flickered by, all showing him the same thing. A fox, looking in the mirror. It was a young one, and then it grew older. It grew tired. It grew painful, and then it was gone.\n\nHe could see a wolf in some of the images. Sometimes he saw another fox, and a skunk. He saw many other animals.\n\nHe saw a couple of foxes, a bit older. They always looked at him with such kind eyes. Were they his parents? He wanted to go talk to them, but they were always gone.\n\nThat wolf. Who was he? He kept popping up. When he saw him, he felt warm. Very warm.\n\nThere was a lion. What was he doing there? It was so brief, but he was afraid of him. Something about him was off. Something about him filled him with dread. And anger.\n\nHis head began to hurt just from thinking about it. Things got a little brighter, but it did not give him any real information on where he was at. He was still in what looked like an infinite, empty room. As bright as it was, it was as if it were dark.\n\nEverything began to warp around him. He began to warp. He twisted, contorted, grew, shrank. None of it mattered. Nothing changed, except how dizzy he felt. He felt like the world was moving him. He flickered in and out, just like those memories. He remembered it all. He forgot.\n\nThere was a deep yearning for something, but he did not know what it was. He just wanted it.\n\nIt hurt to want.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Burdens","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/956251-burdens-chapter-114-seeking-help.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/956580-burdens-chapter-116-white.json"}}