The NoSleep Podcast - NoSleep Podcast S10 Valentine's Day Bonus

Episode Date: February 14, 2018

  For Valentine's Day 2018 we are proud to present this bonus episode featuring the story, "What Happens When the Stars Go Out" by Jesse Clark. "What Happens When the Stars Go Out" written by Jesse Clark and performed by Mick Wingert & Addison Peacock & Jessica McEvoy & Erin Lillis & Jesse Cornett & Kyle Akers & Mike DelGaudio & Atticus Jackson & Elie Hirschman & Dan Zappulla. Click here to learn more about the voice actors on The NoSleep Podcast   Click here to learn more about the Escape the Black Farm Tour   Click here to learn more about Jesse Clark   Click here to learn more about illustrator Jörn Heidrath   Click here to learn more about Mick Wingert   Executive Producer & Host: David Cummings Musical score composed by: Brandon Boone Audio adaptation produced by: Phil Michalski "What Happens When the Stars Go Out" illustration courtesy of Jörn Heidrath Audio program ©2018 - Creative Reason Media Inc. - All Rights Reserved - No reproduction or use of this content is permitted without the express written consent of Creative Reason Media Inc. The copyrights for each story are held by the respective authors. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The No Sleep Podcast presents a special Valentine's Day bonus episode. In this tale from author Jesse Clark, we meet a man suffering a medical emergency. As this takes place, memories of recent past events race through his mind, involving his girlfriend and how they fell in love. There are more things in heaven and earth and love, my friends, than we could possibly imagine. So let's find out what happens, when the stars go out. The red lights are only making the pain worse. It is an immense earth-shattering pain in my midsection and in my head.

I try to move, but I can't. I try to speak, but I can't do that either. It hurts too much. And my voice obeys me no more than do my joints or my muscles, or my bones, or my mind. And yet still there is movement. I can feel myself being lifted up and placed on something a bed maybe or no.

All right, let's go. I hear one of the EMTs yelling and several others then roll me into the back of an ambulance and climb in behind me. But I'm already fading fast and feeling an inexplicable heat by the time those doors are shut. One EMT, a blonde woman,

looks at me with a furrowed brow just as I'm slipping away and says aloud. Wait, wait, I think I know we're made of that stuff, right? I turned around. There was a woman there, red-haired and about my age, give her take, and she was alarmingly beautiful. But how long she'd been staring at the exhibit alongside me, I had no idea.

I'm sorry? I said, you know we're made of that stuff, right? She nodded at the museum wall, which depicted in detail the births and life cycle and deaths of stars. I pursed my lips. We're made of stars. Yep, isn't it awesome? She stepped up beside me and moved her arm across the diagram as she spoke. I just watched a documentary about it last night.

Stars are just fusion factories held together by their own gravity. They start off fusing hydrogen to helium, and then they keep going on and on, fusing heavier and heavier elements until they're fusing the heaviest stuff. Then they exhaust their fuel and collapse under their own. weight, and they blow off their outer layers and pretty much shower the galaxy with all these random elements, some of which are eventually used to create life.

Huh. Yeah, I'm Robin, by the way. She extended her hand, and I shook it. Hey, Brian, nice to meet you. To fill the awkward pause, I came up with something to say. All right, I got one for you. If you replace the sun with a black hole, but what would happen? Depends on its mass?

Nope. The answer is, drum roll please, nothing. I mean, everything would get dark and cold, but we wouldn't fall in. Earth's orbit would remain entirely unaffected. If the black hole had the same mass as the sun. What? What you said would only be true if the black hole in question happened to have the same mass as the sun. which it wouldn't because the sun isn't massive enough to collapse into a black hole.

Oh. Yep. Me one. You zero. Sorry, pal. All right, you're on. Whoever gets the most points by closing time buys drinks. She smiled at that and punched me in the shoulder.

Just light enough not to sting. All right, loser. Come on. Let's go. There's a flurry of activity around me. There are voices, too, and blinding. lightning lights and cooling down of that monstrous heat. One of the paramedics is looking me over.

He then looks to another colleague, the blonde woman, and he shakes his head slowly. This one's gone, Rachel. But she continues running tests, running diagnostics, placing a soft hand on my arm in case I'm awake enough to appreciate the comfort. I am, but I'm fading fast, and the heat is coming right on back as I do. Not yet he's not. There's pain in her voice that she does her fruitless best to conceal. I already lost one earlier, Todd.

I'm not losing another one. Robin and I laughed and agreed, and he rushed to the back of the line. See, I told you you'd like Ferris wheels. Can't believe you've never been on one before today. Never thought they were as extreme as roller coasters, so I wasn't interested. Well, they're not supposed to be extreme. Ferris wheels are for all the parents waiting on their kids and sick people. trying to relax their stomach so they don't cute funnel cake all over the pavement.

And adorable young couples, apparently. And just then, we were waved into the next seat. We sat ourselves down, and moments later the Great Wheel began to groan and protest, and finally to turn. It dragged our cart around its underside and then lifted it up, up, up to the top of its crest, where we can see the whole city at twilight, and the ships in the harbor that were backlit red with the setting sun. and the clouds that were lined at their tops

with just a little bit of starlight. Robin snuggled up next to me and put her head on my shoulder, and I put my arm around her waist. For a moment then, I could have sworn the empty seat in front of us, moved on its own, and furrowed my brow.

But then Robin spoke. Thank you for being here with me. I didn't respond with words. I just kissed her on the head and held her tight as the wheel began taking us. Down on 1800 block of Garders Day. Yeah, yeah, another one. I know.

Hell of a fucking night, isn't it? The conversation is muffled again in short order. I'm drifting in and out, but the jostling of the room and the sound of the engine tell me we're still in the ambulance. The other paramedics, for their part, continue running tests and checking my vitals, and as they work, I try to remember what's happened.

But it hurts. Damn it does it hurt. Almost as much as that rushing heat. And the effort is further disrupted when the ambulance hits a bump in the road and I nearly spill out of the gurney. Rachel puts her steadying hand on my chest. Hang in there, Brian.

We're almost there. Robin pointed at the interstate ramp and I took the turn and put St. Thomas Vineyard away in the rearview. Still can't believe Mason got married. He's only known that girl for what? A year? Less? They were in love.

They hardly knew each other. They don't know if whatever their feeling is genuine lifelong love or just new relationship, Googly eyes that hasn't worn off yet. I guarantee it, and I'll put money on this, they'll be done within a year. Just watch. You don't know that. We've been dating for two years. So? So how far off do you think we are?

I don't know. I haven't really thought about it. You haven't thought about it? at all? I mean, of course, I've thought about it. I just, I don't know if we're ready, you know? I looked over at her, but she just stared out there at the rain with her chin and her palm. Think about it like this. People prepare their whole lives for jobs, right?

They start going to school as soon as they can talk, and they're not done until they're in their 20s, and it's all so they can get a piece of paper that says, hey, hire my ass, I'm smart enough to work. But marriage? Nobody trains for that shit. People just hook up and say, hey, we're 25 or 28.

You're cute, I'm cute. Let's spend $15,000 on a giant ceremony and then live as glorified roommates for five years until we're both fat and hate each other and get divorced because neither of us knew or cared how much work this thing would require. There was a long pause before she spoke. With a degree of seriousness,

I wasn't in the least bit prepared for. You think we're headed. glorified roommates. Quickly, I calculated an avenue of retreat, but I calculated wrong. No, not you, not us. I mean, most people, you know? Most people just dive in and either get divorced or stick it out until someone gets heart disease. The divorce rate is more than 50% now in the U.S.

and the I don't love you anymore rate, shit, that's probably close to 90. By the time everyone hits middle age, I just want to make sure. that you're the right person, you know? If ever there were words, I wish I could have taken back. It were those 12. She said nothing, but I saw her reflection in the window, and the little tear that welled up in the corner of her eye said more than words ever could.

Listen, I... That came out wrong. I just meant... Can you drop me off at my car, please? I thought you wanted to come over. I don't feel good, please. And we drove in silence for a while As the rain picked up its pace and fell in sheets and in torrents

After another 20 minutes I made the turn onto my street and parked And once I did she got out without so much as a glance And walked across the road to her own car I ran to follow I grabbed her lightly by the arm It was slick with rainwater Robin wait talk to me please What do you want? I want you to talk to

to me, I just said... No, I mean with us. Where do you want this to go? Where do I want this to go? I want to be with you. Listen, I didn't mean to imply that I don't want that. I just want us to be smart about it, you know? Well, maybe love isn't something you can calculate on a fucking spreadsheet, Brian?

Maybe it's just this thing you feel, you know? And maybe it doesn't make any damn logical sense. Maybe it's not supposed to. but that's part of what makes it special. It's an adventure. It's a jump off a cliff with me type of thing. And yeah, sure, not everyone survives the fall, I guess. But if you find the right person, then...

A jump off the cliff with me type of adventure? Come on, Robin. We're not writing up a damn dating website profile here. This is real life. There are kids involved in finances and house buying and mortgages and all that shit. Not every day is some cute little romance comedy. This is half your life we're talking about, two-thirds even, okay?

All I meant was that you have to be prepared for it. I just... I thought we were prepared. What do you mean? She dug through her purse for a moment, and then held up a ring that was brilliant, even when covered in the rain. I felt my heart skip at least a full beat.

Is that... It was my mom's. She gave it to me before she died. She said, Find your partner in crime, Robin. Find someone who will sweep you off your feet and jump off a cliff with you. And at the time she said it,

I thought I knew exactly who that person was. I tried for a moment, but I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt. There was no combination of words in the English language that could be strung together to write this shit. Goodbye, Brian. She kissed me on the cheek, then rubbed the back of her hand down it.

Then she turned and got into her civic and drove off until I couldn't see her taillights at all through the pouring of them. Rain's coming down hard, boys. Careful when you unload it. There were grunts of acknowledgement, and then the back of the ambulance flew open, and the sound of the storm utterly exploded into it.

I felt the rush of wind, and the rain pelting my skin in sheets, and together they helped to be. it with the oncoming heat that still I couldn't place. And then I felt movement. The gurney dipped and hit pavement while the paramedics held me tight to its form. And then there were shouts and lights and running a feat. And then the hospital door...

Open! The man behind the counter looked at me with a furrowed brow. I shouted again over the sound of the rainfall and through the glass. Ben! And then he pointed at a sign saying the opposite and went back to reading. But I wasn't taking no for an answer. I dug out my wallet and pulled a 20 from the fold and slapped it flat against the glass. Within seconds, the paper was soaked with rainwater.

But it got his attention. And once he saw me there, he took pity on my plight, and the door clicked and word and slid open. Make it quick, man. I know. I know I will. Thank you so much. I ran down the aisles and then, true to my word, made it back to the counter in less than a minute. The man put down his book and processed the sale. Date night.

He bagged the card after the flowers. I smiled a bit. Something like that. I thanked him and ran back to my car and got inside. And took out the card and scribbled on its inner sleeve the words, Jump off a cliff. With me, with me! The doctor running alongside the cart in motioned to some nurses in the hall,

and they ran to follow. He turned to the e-mast. MTs. Is he stable? He's slipping. Heart rate's falling, breathing, slowing. Not good. Mumbled something about being too hot earlier,

but if anything, his temperature's too low. Someone shows the doctor a chart. He reads it as he runs, and his face is grim. Shit. All right. Let's move! I shouted the car I'm passing. Just a little rain, assholes!

But it wasn't. It was a lot of them. Sheets and buckets and torrents. of it. In fact, it long since turned the dirt to mud and swept it up against my windshield like ocean surf, and the road was slick with little rivers of it that ran down past the pebbles. I was going far, far too fast for such conditions, but I didn't care about that. I just want to get his fluids up. Rachel! The woman from the ambulance runs up and discusses my condition in harsh whispers with the doctor. As I fade, and as the damn heat floods on back in,

It becomes impossible to hear what they're saying. But it's abundantly clear from the body language that she hasn't yet given up. Hope for a reunion with these guys, but Mullen and snakes say they're against it entirely. So that doesn't bode well for fans. But look what happened with... I switched the radio off and then wrapped both hands around the wheel with such force, the knuckles turned white on the grip. The car hit 70 miles per hour, 75, 79, the windshield,

wipers were flying, but they weren't going fast, and I slammed my foot on the brakes as the lights of activity in the road came in out of nowhere from the rain. The car jolted and shuddered and fought for traction with the pavement, and I felt the tires squeal and the metal of the car grind in... Protest. I don't care if he wants to protest. You tell him to wait in the damn lobby like everyone else. The nurse accepts her orders and heads back out into the hallway. I'm sorry, sir. You can't see him until he... To what? That's my son in there. That's my son.

There's a scuffle of feet and more shouts as a security guard drags my father from the wing. Rachel pauses as she hears the shouts, and then her eyes well up a bit with tears, and she looks at my face and appears to realize something. But she doesn't say what. The shouts continue, but they fade. And so do I. and in comes the heat as I do. That's my son! That's my boy! Let me see my boy!

Stop! Please! Let me see my boy! Please! Stop! The police officer had both hands up as my car barreled towards him. Stop! Stop the car! Finally, there was a jolt and a shudder as the tires gained control at last, and the car slammed to a halt. Both the officer and I sighed in relief, and then he approached my window and tapped the glass with his knuckle.

I lowered it. I'm sorry, sir. The roads are crazy out here. You okay? He ignored the question. I'm going to need you to sit here for a bit, okay? Just until the accident is cleared up. Accident? It's bad. He nodded in the direction of the wreckage.

Just sit tight. We'll wave you over when there's an open lane. He then ran off into the storm. I scanned the scene. There was a man on the side of the road I saw, sitting on the pavement with a poncho for the rainfall, and his head in his hands. His SUV was totaled. The front end was bent and twisted and hideously mangled.

But the other car was in far, far worse shape than that. I squinted hard and could only make out panels of white amidst charred black chunks of metal and the force of the rain. But it was enough. It was acidic. Oh, God. No. No, no, no, no, no, no. I got out of the car and left the door hanging open in the rain. And then I ran forward, at least until the officer caught sight of me and ran back over and grabbed me by the shoulders.

Hey, I told you to wait in the car. What are you... Robin! Robin! And then I saw it. A fleeting glimpse of movement. A white sheet flited on a gurney. A strand of red hair fell from the right side and hung there. as the EMTs carted away the body. Robin!

The officer was confused and stunned and the only thing he could think to do. Drag me back to my car. I was inconsolable, but in no shape at all to resist. No, stop! Please! That's my girl! Let me see my girl, please, please stop! One of the EMTs, covered in blood from the waist up, turned to look at the spectacle.

But then someone chattered her name. Rachel, you with us or what? Let's go. She blinks as she stares at me. Yeah. Sorry. I just realized this guy was... You'll just get the charcoal, please.

We don't have time. And she does. She runs off to fetch exactly that. A hideously invasive sensation. A tube is being placed in my nose, and then I feel it falling down into my three. I'm too weak to gag, but somehow I managed to clench my fist. A nurse sees the movement, and he holds me down to steady me.

Whoa. You okay, man? My roommate stumbled back as I threw open the door. I charged past him. You're coming in hot. You good, bro? I went to the bathroom and leaned up against the sink for a long moment. And I grabbed my temples and set my jaw and sobbed without a sound. heaving sobs.

Hey man, you good, dude? Anything I can, like, get for you? I'm fine. I wasn't convincing in the slightest, but I didn't care. I opened up my phone. There was a text from Robin there

from this morning. It read, I love you. And they were all at once the most beautiful and the most painful words I'd ever read. I love you.

I love you. too. I'm coming. Hang on, baby, I'm coming. Then I backed out and found my dad in the context list and typed, I love you, dad. Moments later, I got a response. I love you too, son. You okay? And then I threw open the cupboard. And I grabbed an old. A bottle of pills swallowed the whole damn thing. Lucky his roommate called it in when he did. But the doctor is incredulous. Well, that remains to be scene now, doesn't it? Then he turns to the door.

Rachel! I got it, I got it. I'm here. She pushed the door open with her elbow before he finished calling her. All right, fingers crossed, people. Let's see if we can't save a psycho. There are isolated chuckles. Rachel, though, almost snaps at her superior for the insult.

Here we go. And then there is thick, wretched black stuff funneling down that tube and down into my throat. I'm almost desperate enough, but not quite strong enough to resist it. I feel it sliding and hitting bottom and pumping and pulsing. My heart rate is erratic. My breathing is erratic. My ability to comprehend the situation is every bit as erratic. I struggle as much as I can against the restraints, but all my effort and all my strength of arms musters up not more than the faintest. Weble hears it. She moves to my side, and she holds my hand and says in soft enough a whisper that only I can hear the words. Don't follow her, Brian. Don't follow her. I need him here. I need this win.

One by one, as the spikes on the EKG slow to sporadic pulses, I see the nurses turn to each other and shake their heads. One by one, that is, until there is only a trembling Rachel. there. And she's holding on for me tight enough for everyone in the room. Call it. The doctor's voice seems distant, just as the darkness swirls in and I feel like I'm starting to fall away. The conversation carries on as I pass. 2.32 a.m. But I can hear Rachel screaming in protest.

No, he's not gone. There's still time. There's still time to save him. They're still. But she's wrong. I'm already gone. Her voice and her face, those things are behind me as I pass. They're fading away into the darkness that's consuming me and swallowing me whole

and throwing me to the winds. And just when the magnitude of the situation dawns on me, then comes the heat. There are monstrous amounts of it. It rips and tears and scoffs. gorges and scalds, and had I the ability to scream out or even breathe, I would have done so until my throat was hoarse. But then there is a new pain. Hand reaches out of the blackness, and it grabs my left side forearm with such a mighty force that the resulting pain eclipses

that of the heat, and the nails of that hand rip right through the flesh. Somewhere else entirely, the darkness was gone and the heat with it, and that sensation of being devised. vowed. Instead, those things had been replaced with starlit clouds from far off in every direction as the eye could see, but my arm stung like hell all the same. I looked at it. There were nail marks I saw, four deep cuts beneath the inner wrist and a fifth on the side in the shape of a hand. They bled a bit, and then I heard an all too familiar voice. You okay? I stood up, slowly. And I turned, holding my damn stinging arm while I did. What was that?

That darkness and the heat and the... It's where you would have spent your eternity, Brian, had I not pulled you out. You know, suicide's not exactly what I meant by jumping off a cliff. I blinked again and took a long, deep... Guess I didn't think things through. Not sure you fully realize how much of an understatement that is. Well, maybe I don't. But you know what?

I'd do it again. Robin, I'm serious. She nearly rolled her eyes, but I doubled down on the sentiment. What I said, out there on my street, I'm sorry. I mean, I'm sorry. You were right. Love isn't about taxes or headaches or just tolerating each other until we're 70. It's like your mom said.

It's about sweeping your girl off her feet. It's about jumping over cliffs with someone and not knowing where you'll land and not caring. As long as you get there together. And if this is where we land, wherever this is. And I leaned in for a kiss. But she stopped me with her hand before it landed. I can tell you've been working on that speech for a while. I looked at the ground over and over again in my head in the car until...

Until I got to the scene of the wreck. It's right then that if you fucking left the earth itself, then I would too. Here I am. I was wrong, too. I was wrong. My mother was wrong. It's not just about crap you see in wrong cons and greeting cards, Brian. I know that. I know it's something you feel in your heart that defies logic and reason, not something that you can put on a spreadsheet like you said earlier. Can I show you something? I guess so. Sure. And then she took my hand, and infinity rolled in and faded back out.

And all of a sudden we were somewhere else and tired. Are we? On the ferris wheel? Yep. Turn around. I did. And there we were. Past Robin and past me.

On the seat above and behind us. I remembered it like yesterday. We were staring out at the whole city at twilight. And the ships in the harbor that were backlit red with the setting sun. And the clouds that were lined at their tops with just a little bit of starlight. I rustled in my seat a bit and it moved. And past me, saw it, and looked like he was about to speak. But before he did, past Robin said,

Thank you for being here with me. And got a kiss on the head. What do you see? Us, a year ago and changed. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Your mom had just died, so I took you here to get your mind off things. You did. That was the first day in months.

I felt truly safe and truly at peace. That was love. I know it was. And I still love you just the... It's a kind of love. And it's absolutely beautiful when it lasts. But can I show you something else? Okay, yeah.

She took my hand again, and again, infinity itself rolled in and out like the tide. And then we were somewhere else. The hospital. It looked like St. Joseph's. What do you see you here? I looked around. Nurses running up and down the hallway,

doctors reviewing notes and talking to their patients. I don't know, a hospital? She nodded in the direction of a particular room. Look in there. So I did. There was a woman on the cot. She was emaciated and hairless and deathly frail, and the doctors inside were shutting off the last of the machines.

A dying woman. Looks like cancer. Yep. And what about there? I looked down. There was a nurse crouched down in front of the same door and talking to a girl, eight or nine years old, if I had to guess, and silly voices. The girl had been crying, but the nurse managed to make her smile a bit,

even as her mother died on the other side of the door. Looks like a nurse comforting a little girl. And that little girl will remember that nurse for the rest of her life, even if they never meet again or so much as exchanged names, as the lady who came to her in her darkest hour and made her smile. That's love too. Just as beautiful and just as precious as what we had.

What's your point? She didn't answer. She just stuck out her hand with a sad smile, and I took it. Infinity faded in and back out a third time. And then we were in the waiting room. Robin pointed to the corner of the room. See that? Oh, hey.

What's Dylan doing here? He called the ambulance when you didn't come out of the bathroom. He knew something was wrong. And when they drove you off, he followed them here. Been standing there ever since. Asking for information on you every time a nurse walks by, he's starting to annoy them. I watched my roommate for a bit,

and sure enough, he grabbed a nurse and asked her a question that I couldn't hear. She said something pleasantly dismissive, and he nodded, and then leaned his head back up against him. the wall and closed his eyes. I cared that much. That's love too, Brian. What'd you do the same for him? But she held out her hand again before I could answer, and I took it.

For a fourth time, Infinity blinked. And then I was in the emergency room. Looking down on myself, I was covered in vomit from the charcoal and the pills, but I was still, too, deathly still. Most of the nurses and the doctor were still walking out the door. But Rachel wasn't. She was crying openly now and making no effort to hide it.

She reached for something. A needle, it looked like, or a syringe. You'll see soon enough. That's all so love. She held out her hand once again. One more. And I took it. And then we were in the parking lot of the same place.

The rain was coming down harder than ever. Turn around. I did, and then I stopped. It was my father in his car. He was holding a Bible up to his chest with both hands, and he was crying in a way no child should ever have to see their father cry. That's the kind of love that can move mountains. Up against his window, he didn't seem to notice.

He can't see you, Brian, not from there. I wiped my eyes with the back of my head. And then she released my hand, and all of a sudden, we were back in the clouds again. in under the stars. I wiped another tear before it fell. So now what? It's too late for me to go back down there.

I'm already good. Robin took another step forward. Maybe not. She put her hand on my temple, and my eyes rolled back. Rachel and I are on the beach. Our child is playing out in the surf, and the sun hits her hair just right, and for a moment it's made of gold.

And then the image fades, and another one takes its play. A birthday party. I have silver hair at my temples. Rachel does too, but it doesn't matter. Our little girl is turning ten. And then that image fades too and is replaced by another and another and another. Each one yielding another moment where someone loved someone else enough for it to break through the clouds and be seen forever.

Even if the moment itself lasted only for a heartbeat. Finally, there is an image of Rachel and myself on a porch. As old as we are, she holds my hand, and I say back, Me too. And I kiss her on the head. And then Robin pulls back her hand, and there we were again, standing out there in the clouds together. How did you do that?

Time has nearly no meaning in this place. I've been here for a while, Brian. And yet the doctors haven't even left your operating room. Don't think too much about it. Just think about what you want. That was... Was that my future? Could be.

I don't know what you saw. And I don't need to know. Was it enough? She stepped forward again. Then go and get it. I'll miss you too damn much. Well, there's nothing wrong with missing someone. That just means love lasted a little longer than what ignited it.

So go ahead and miss me. You owe me that much. Feel the loss. Stand up to the storm like a man. And memorize the pain and learn it inside and out. And let it roll over you in waves and run its course. And then one day you'll wake up and realize you have, scar tissue where the skin used to be.

And you'll be stronger than the grief ever was. I can tell you've been working on that speech for a while. Like I said, I've been here for a while. And then she kissed me. One last time.

You're made up of the stars, kid. Now go light up the world. And then she was... Gone, Rachel, okay? He's gone. Give it up for Christ's sake. Get the... But I shot upright before the doctor could finish the thought, and I gasped for air when I did, and grabbed at my chest with more strength than I'd had in hours. There was a needle in it, a bolt of life to the heart.

And Rachel broke down in tears when she saw me. Well, I'll be damned. Welcome back to the land of the living, son. And Rachel? She turned around. Good work, kid. Made me proud. And he left.

And she turned back to me and tried to hide a smile while she did it. Hey there. How are you feeling? Better than Dad. I'm glad you got your win. She took my hand and squeezed it. For a moment she paused when she saw a scar below the wrist that looked like the result of fingernails dragging through flesh. But then she dismissed it. I am too. And you'll get yours.

Okay? I promise you will. I know. And with that, she got up and left the room to go save someone else's life. While I took out my phone and opened up the most recent text and hit reply. What happens when the stars go out by Jesse Clark. Performed by Mick Wingert, Addison Peacock, Jessica McAvoy, Aaron Lillis, Jesse Cornett, Kyle Akers, Mike Delgado, Atticus Jackson, Ellie Hirschman, and Dan Zapula. This audio adaptation was produced by Phil Mikulski for The No Sleep Podcast.

Musical score composed by Brandon Boone. Visit the no sleeppodcast.com to learn more about our show. This audio production is copyright 2018 by Creative Reason Media, Inc. All rights reserved. The copyright for the story is held by Jesse Clark. No duplication or reproduction of this audio program is permitted. without the written consent of Creative Reason Media, Inc.