“Everything is achievable through technology.”
If only that were true. Will had probably watched Ironman 2 twenty or thirty times, but never from a hospital bed. Somehow, Howard Stark’s words seemed a little hollow. Everything, Howard? Everything is achievable? Then how come you can’t fix me? Howard didn’t seem to have a response. But his favorite movie gave Will a little comfort in a bad situation.
The doctors hadn’t given Will too much time. Maybe a day, maybe two. Car accidents can be rough like that. There was a lot of pain. A ventilator. Tubes everywhere. A machine that beeped a very odd intervals. Funny, I always thought it would end in a hospital somewhere, but not now. Not like this at least. I thought I had more time.
At least his family was here. Their strength comforted him much more than he expected. Their prayers gave him hope for what lied beyond this life. Strangely, he felt ready. A strange calmness came over him. He drifted in and out of consciousness. Not sure how much time had passed. Not sure how much was left.
And then, the room started getting darker. There was no pain anymore. But the light was fading.
This was it.
He wasn’t afraid. He knew it was time. He smiled.
And then… cold… and… smooth?