Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
The man stared at the clock as seconds of his life slowly ticked away.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
The room started to spiral as he focused on the clock, the world blurring and falling away as the wall vanished, the clock hanging in mid-air above a field of green clovers. A lamb came up and butted the man in the knee as he stood up and started to walk. A rainbow sprang forth over the hill as he followed the trail onwards, the lamb gambolling along at his side. Blue birds chirped prettily as they circled around his head before flying off into the distance as he reached a river and stepped into a small rowboat. The current gently took him downstream as some sparrows flew over to him, one landing on his hand and the other on the lamb's head, both of them chirping cheerily. He smiled happily as the boat continued on its merry way.
Finally the boat came to a dock at the base of a giant palm tree, the man started walking up the tree as the gravity reasserted itself to spin the world askew, the lamb still happily following him. Reaching the top of the tree he leapt forth and started flying through the air, drifting through the clouds and trailing wisps after him as he twirled and swooped and twisted around, surrounded by birds doing the same and his ever faithful lamb following him. With a happy smile he drifted serenely through the clouds.
"Sir... Sir... Sir...", came a female voice, intruding on his world, "Sir, are you ok? can you hear me?" asked the receptionist. He blinked as the room spiralled back into view and he saw the receptionist at the desk calling at him. "Sir, the doctor will see you now," she said as he pulled a gun out of his coat and shot her in the head. Blood and brains spraying against the wall behind as the girl slumped onto the desk, a crimson stain pooling around her head. The other patrons waiting for the doctor looked in shock as the man stood up and walked into the doctor's room.
"What...?", they heard the doctor say, followed a gun shot and then a thump, as if something heavy had fallen to the floor.
A few seconds later a third gunshot rang out and then all was silent. Except for the clock, the seconds marching endlessly onward.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
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