Finally finished it! Stayed up, current time is 4:45AM, and I finished it T.T. <--Tears of joy.
Anyways, being serious, please read through the story and tell me if you want me to fix anything up, Iceh, I will do my best! Also, here's the last part.
The sun rises and birds begin to sing, but Brandon lays in his bed staring with empty eyes at the ceiling. A ceiling
fan in the centre of the ceiling makes a loud sound and fills the entire room’s emptiness with a infuriating monotony.
A doorbell is heard from outside of Brandon’s door, nothing else is heard, no footsteps, voices, even the doorbell
only rang once, after hearing it Brandon did not change his stare, he simply listened with no care and lay there
motionless.
Swinging open, the door to Brandon’s room opens, the doorknob in the hand of a familiar face, the body of the
familiar face in a white coat, the doctor who treated Ian stands in the doorway, “I know you’re probably angry at me
for not being able to save your friend, but hear me out.” Other than the ceiling fan, not a sound is heard, “I wanted to
ask you something...” Again, no other sounds but the fan, “Do you want to save people?”
Flipping a switch in Brandon’s head, his head turns to the side, not changing posture and only head direction,
Brandon stares at the doctor with his empty eyes, but even that slight movement was progress.
“After seeing your friend and you, I couldn’t handle being a doctor and not being able to actually save people...I
want to protect the hearts of people!” His voice resonating in the empty room, “I wished to ask you, would you aid me
in my research?”
With the same look and position as before, Brandon simply stares at the doctor blankly without a sound.
Being silent himself, hoping for an answer, the doctor does not speak for a short while, though after he gives up
on waiting for the answer, “You don’t have to tell me now, you can come to the hospital at any time and find me, I’ll be
waiting.” Closing the door behind him as he leaves, the doctor doesn’t say a word after that to coerce Brandon to help
him.
Brandon lay still and silent in his bed.
Time passes, the sun rises and sets repeatedly and an event unexpected occurs. Sitting at his desk is the doctor,
he reads through books and highlights parts as he goes, and without any notice Brandon shoots through the door and
slams his hands on the desk where the doctor works away, “Let me help you!” Brandon stands there with frizzy hair,
wrinkled pyjamas, sweat stains, and an odour one would never forget.
Without any sign of surprise the doctor smiles, “Then why don’t we start with a shower?” The doctor himself is
covered in sweat stains, his hair greasy and his coat and clothing wrinkled, it seemed as if he had not slept for days,
“We should begin as soon as possible, you have a lot to learn and this teacher has little time to give.”
They begin studies and Brandon takes notes and the doctor uses a pointer to indicate certain areas on a
diagram. After this the doctor heads to his desk to do more medical research while Brandon took some medical books
and began to study on his own. This continues for days, weeks, months, and even years until the point where Brandon
begins suggesting things to the doctor becomes frequent.
“What if you...” Brandon says as he shows the doctor a written thesis.
“I already thought of that, it won’t work.” The doctor replies.
Both of their appearances have aged, Brandon had aged more, showing more manly features, his face having
some gruff, the doctor is the same as he was before, though his hairs begin to turn white, whether it was from stress
or age was unknown.
“Alright then, I think I have another idea, I’ll work on it now.” Brandon walks out of the room with his papers.
“Heh, the kid studies for a few years and he thinks up stuff I just recently thought of myself. The kid’s a genius
and he’s gonna surpass me any day now.” The doctor shows a grin and returns to his own research.
More years pass as they work, Brandon shows the doctor more ideas but they’re all turned down, each taking
more time though as they are new ideas that even the doctor could not think of.
Sleeping on one of the couches around a coffee table, Brandon snores as he dreams away, on the table are
papers and sketches. The doctor walks in to check in on Brandon, he puts a hospital blanket on top of him, “He’s a
doctor now and he doesn’t even care if he catches a cold.” Sighing at the irony, the doctor notices the sketches on the
coffee table, “What’s this? His new idea?” The doctor picks it up and goes through the pages, his hands shiver, “This
is...” He dashes out of the room and into his own research room, he shuts the door completely.
Brandon awake sometime in the afternoon and drinks a cup of water, he wets his face and walks to the doctor’s
room. Opening the door, it creaks, he looks in and notices the doctor scribbling away at the paper actively, “Did you
discover anything doctor?” Brandon asks with a tired voice, he takes another drink from his mug of water.
“This would go...and here is...then it could actually...” The doctor mutters to himself as he writes and sketches on
the paper in front of him.
Brandon moves closer and looks over the doctor’s shoulder, “Doctor?”
Finally taking notice to Brandon, the doctor jumps up not in surprise, but joy, “You’ve done it Brandon! You’ve
finally discovered a way to regulate the heart rate and elongate the lifespan of a heart!” The doctor shakes Brandon
forward and back as he excitedly says this, “Oh no, I shouldn’t stop working.” The doctor quickly sits down and begins
scribbling again.
Showing a little astonishment, Brandon stands still for a moment, taking in the doctor’s words, he then shows a
small grin, “We’re not done yet doctor, we have a long ways to go.” A second chair that is lying around the room is
taken by Brandon and he sits right next to the doctor, “We’ll double the speed and work on this together.” Brandon
takes some papers that are free and begins to read through them.
Decades pass, the doctor passes, and Brandon ages to the point where his own heart would be about to give
out, but at a desk is this old Brandon, he tinkers away at a device, he uses a small screwdriver to fix on some parts,
after he’s done inserting the screws, he stands up, “Finally finished...”
Another doctor walks in, much younger than Brandon who looks at least 70 or 80, this doctor looks like he’s in his
mid 30s, “Doctor? Are you finally finished the device?”
The fragile looking old man replies, “That’s right, I’ve finally finished it, doctor’s work, as well as my own.”
“Do you have a name for it? It’s revolutionary, it’ll change the world itself.”
“I was thinking the name that doctor and I had come up with together after we finished the design, artificial
pacemaker.”
“A pacemaker? That sounds quite fitting for its purpose.”
“Yes, well we were doctors, not poets.”
“Are you going to show the medical world yourself?”
“I think I’ll retire now, I’m too old for this stuff now.”
“What!?”
“Here.” The aged Brandon hands the pacemaker along with papers on it to the younger doctor, “You take it and
present it to them, I’m tired and I need rest...a long, long rest...”
“Wait! Doctor, where is your beat counter!?”
“That thing? I threw it away years ago, darned thing always got in my way while writing.”
“Laying down the pacemaker and notes quickly but carefully, the young doctor quickly looks through some
cabinets and finds and extra beat counter, “Hurry! We have to-“
“I know my heart better than any machine, I’m going to die soon.” Brandon says this so calmly.
Dropping the beat counter, the young doctor stares at Brandon in shock, “But you’re a great asset to the medical
world! We can’t lose you now!”
“I’m done with being an asset, I’ve served my purpose, so now I leave the medical world in your hands.” Brandon
walks towards the door and leaves the hospital.
The young doctor watches him leave, and after he is out of sight, the young doctor slowly approaches the
pacemaker and the accompanying papers, “...”
On top of the nostalgic mountain, Brandon stands near the edge, his body so frail that you would think he was
about to be blown away, but he holds a wooden cane and digs it into the ground, “It’s been too long Ian, it’s about
time I was off as well.” He turns around and he sees and Image of Ian on top of the well kept grave, “Finally come to
get me?” Brandon himself portrayed as a young image of himself, “You’re too slow.”
The image of Ian smiles and holds out his hand, “Let’s go Brandon.”
Brandon smiles back at Ian, “Alright.”
In a large conference room are bleachers creating a three sided figure, open on one side for the exit and
entrance, is the young doctor, he holds the pacemaker and papers up for the other doctors to see, “These, my fellow
doctors, are the answer to our problem. Created by two great men, one...no...both now passed...”
The giant tree in which Brandon had scaled with Ian on his back now blows in the wind, the leaves fall like a
heavy rain, the mountain displays a well-kept grave and a fallen old man with the wind blowing strongly, then in a park
where there is nothing but calm, an angel spouts water from her head, creating a rainbow of all colours.
Back in the conference room the young doctor continues, “These great men had accomplished what many doctors
did not, all because these two doctors had things they did not,” The young doctor now raises a finger for each point he
lists off, “they had the knowledge, studying at age 15 diligently one of them excelled at cardiology,” He raises his index
finger, “they had courage, both working their hearts to the limit so they could lessen the burden for others,” He raises
his middle finger, at the same time he picks up the pacemaker from his stand and holds it up, “and finally, they had the
heart, the compassion and the desire to save others no matter what the cost, even at the expense of their own
lives...” He raises his ring finger, “This is a medical breakthrough, we must study and produce these ‘pacemakers’ as
they are called so we can save lives and fulfill the wishes of these two great doctors, these doctors who are not only
the saviours of many people, but the doctors who finally discovered how to defeat the beat limit.” Out of breath and
energy, the young doctor rests his elbows on his stand.
The crowd in awe stay silent for a long time, allowing the young doctor to catch most of his breath, but in the next
moment a roar goes up in the air, “Finally! We can live!” a doctor yells, “We’re no longer bound by these!” another
doctor shouts as he removes his beat counter and tosses it down towards the young doctor, all the rest follow suit
and throw their beat counters away.
Showing a huge smile is the young doctor, he takes off his own beat counter which is much like Brandon’s old one
and he raises it up to show everyone, the screen reflects glare from the bright lights and only a fraction of the beat
counter’s screen can be seen, it reads:
<Beat limit: >
The numbers are that and everything under is too blurred by the light.
Now raising his arm even higher, the young doctor shouts, “It’s finally been done! The limit...they’ve beaten the
limit!” Slamming his beat counter against the ground and smashing it into bits and pieces the cheers grow even louder.
The sky outside is bright and the sun shines down, the temperature is slightly humid with a light breeze, the
weather is nice, and just for this day it should be, but this day will only last for a moment in time. The trial ahead of
everyone now, the test they must all take is...what will they do with their freedom? Two birds fly next to each other,
they fly in crossing patterns using the rising heat and light breeze to raise themselves closer yet, they fly higher and
higher, they keep flying up until they reach the sky.
Just need to say this...THE END!
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