The Paramedic

The pain was a memory, sharp and final, then nothing.

Now, air filled my lungs in a gasping shock, and I was back in my old, small bedroom.

Sunlight, the same damn sunlight from that cursed morning, streamed through the window, my paramedic uniform folded on the chair.

I was plunged back into the day Victoria Belmont, the woman I married, first entered my life.

In my previous existence, she and her lover, Dylan Vance, had revealed it was all a lie: she claimed she was never sick, that my family's "Healing Aura" was a sham, and that my mother and I conspired to fake her illness to trap her in marriage.

They tortured me until I was nothing, then left me to die in a desolate wasteland.