Short story final draft
Sebastian laid stiffly on the treatment couch of the radiation therapy machine as the nurse prepped for his session. He could feel the exhaust weighing down his muscles from the constant sessions and physical therapy the doctors put him through; but he couldn’t let his guard down entirely around them-not just yet. “Okay Mr. Solace, go ahead and relax for me, I’m going to go to the other room to start the machine, and the session will be over in a matter of minutes.” The nurse pulled him from his thoughts with her soothing voice, to which he gave a singular awkward nod. It was the same thing the medical professionals said every time, but it did anything but help him relax. Subconsciously he began picking at his claws as the nurse left the room, flinching a bit when the machine started once a minute or two had passed. As the seconds ticked by his eyelids began to feel heavier, his blinks were slower, and he struggled to hold back a yawn that threatened to come through. He re...
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