As the doctor pulled into the parking space, Nathaniel began feeling weak. His hands shook so that he couldn’t open the door, and the blood rushed from his head. The doctor looked over to see his skin had turned deathly pale.
“Nat? You ok?” He said, frowning.
Nathaniel barely heard the doctor’s words as he began to teeter on the edge of conciousness.
“Yea… I’m f-” was all he could say before slipping away into the darkness that seemed to surround him. He heard the doctor say something in the distance, but couldn’t make out what it was as he fell deeper into unconciousness.
Nathaniel was lying on a pure white bed. He was dressed in soft white clothing, and white completely surrounded him. The color seemed like a living entity, moving around him. He opened his eyes to see a beautiful woman sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked to be just a little over 20 years old, and was almost as white as everything else around them.
“Hello Nathaniel.” she said in a voice emanating perfection.
Nathaniel found it nearly impossible to speak, and had to strain himself just to make any sound at all.
“Who are you?”
She smiled softly, and touched his knee when she saw him trying to sit up.
“Do not stir, Nathaniel. You must rest. I’m your mother.”
He did as he was told and relaxed. He looked into the woman’s blue-white eyes which seemed to glow with compassion.
“You’re not my mom…” Nathaniel finally said, but the woman held up one pale finger.
“I’m everyone’s mother, Nathaniel. I am Mary.”
“Ok, Mary… where am I?”
“That doesn’t matter.”
“Because, your feelings are all that matter here, Nathaniel.”
She stretched out her hand towards Nathaniel, and he suddenly felt frightened.
“Stay away.” he said, moving back a little bit.
She stopped for a second, and a warm smile lit up her face.
“You don’t have to be afraid, Nathaniel… I won’t hurt you, and I won’t let you fall… I promise.”
He gazed into her glowing eyes, and slowly reached out toward her hand.