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(view spoiler)[As the water crashes over my head, I feel the urge to scream out, but I know if I do I will have no chance of survival at all. Never before have I had a gut wrenching urge like this one. I feel it pounding in my soul, my very being. Silently, I pray for strength, knowing I will not make it on my own. My lungs scream for air, my shackled wrists ache from my staining against the bonds, and my eyes grope for something other than salty blackness. Finally, I feel my air waste away, at last, and I sink into what I suspect is pure perpetual oblivion. I dream of darkness and then suddenly, like someone yanking off a blindfold, I can see people rushing to and fro all dressed in white. Two people sit staring at me through glass looking very worried.

Unexpectedly, I hear someone yell something unintelligible. I prepare to ask what he said, but before I can, I feel a hot jolting pain on my stomach and chest that spreads through every inch of my b. I jerk to sit up but am caught by straps lining my legs and arms. I hear someone yell again, only I can understand it this time, the distinctly male voice yelled ‘Clear’ then proceeded to shock me again. I scream out in agony and the people look startled, scared, and curious.
“He’s alive.” I hear one whisper.
“But, that’s not possible!” another shouts in a terrified voice.
The people behind the glass who looked worried before, now appear to be crying although I’m confused why.
“What’s your name, child?” the head doctor asks.
“My name is…Yttrium…Vanadium…something…hmm. What’s yours?” I reply in a dry scratchy voice that hurts unbearably.
“My name is Dr. Ulysses Bittrough. Do you realize…uh…do you…feel all right?“ he asks me fumbling for words.
“I feel fine other than my throat and I’m really sore, why? I ask confused.
“Are you sure your, uh…heart…doesn’t hurt?”
“I’m positive, for the most part I feel fine. Why, what happened, why am I here, what…what’s wrong with me?” I ask realizing I’m missing crucial parts of the puzzle.
“Maybe we could talk later, for now let’s get you to a room.
They unstrapped me and picked me up to put me in a wheelchair.
“I’m pretty sure I can walk.” I argue, but they just ignore me. They push me into room and heft me onto a bed. They leave some applesauce and grape juice for me. I eat and drink until it’s all gone then I become very drowsy, probably because they drugged the food, but I don’t care because I’m exhausted.

I wake to hushed voices. I open my eyes to see the doctor and the two people who were behind the glass.
“How long did I sleep?” I ask as the room falls silent.
“About 32 hours.” the doctor replied.
“What’s wrong with me? Please, I need to know.”
“What do you remember, Yttrium?”
“I remember most of my name and that I was named after a two different types of metal.”
“I mean about why you’re sore, stuff like that.”
“I remember being handcuffed or something and being pushed into the water. The water was so dark, warm, and salty, I ran out of air and passed out. I don’t remember anything else including my last name or where I’m from.”
“Can you guess what’s wrong with you? Do you feel any different than before?
“No, I feel sore but nothing’s broken that I can tell, um…I do feel like I’m missing something though.” I say confused. The doctor holds out his stethoscope for me. I grab it and put it on my ears. I hold the cold disk to the chest my shirt and listen. I hear my breathing. Suddenly I realize why everyone had looked startled earlier.
I had no heartbeat. By definition I was dead. I didn’t feel dead, but I was.
“How… this is impossible…are you sure this works?” I say holding out the stethoscope to him.
“I can assure you it’s not broken. I don’t know what happened or how long it will last.”
“Excuse me, but will you be okay?” says a small voice I don’t recognize. I suddenly remember the two people were still in the room.
“Who are you?” I ask them although I know that they were behind the glass.
“We were at the beach when I heard my son scream. I ran over to see what was wrong and…I-I-I find you. You still had water in your lungs, yet you were breathing evenly. So, we brought you here.” the mother replied with her son in her lap.
“Thank you for saving me, but where exactly is here?”
“We’re on an uncharted island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. It’s a 4 day journey by boat to the closest mainland.” she said hesitantly.
“You mean I floated, unconscious, for 4 days, if not longer?!”
“It would appear that way.” I hear the doctor interject.
“When do you think I can leave?” I ask warily.
“You can leave as soon as you feel better, but where will you go?” the doctor says.
“He can stay with us if he wants.” the mother inputs.
“Someone tried to kill me, I don’t want you or him getting hurt.” I tell her gesturing to her son.
“It’s perfectly fine, you’ll be safe at our house, we all will.” she replied sincerely.
“Truly, you don’t have to be so candid with me. I can take care of myself…usually.” I say back. The room falls silent, and the unsettled feeling I have in my brain starts to spread. I feel it slowly consume each of my limbs, causing them to feel alien to me. My brain remembers something, but I can’t seem to catch the memory as it flits about my mind like a hummingbird. I think hard trying to catch it, but I stop when my head starts to pound.
“Sssooh…what do you mean by ‘feel better’, I already feel a lot better than I did when I first woke up.” I say truthfully. Being jolted awake by electricity was quite painful.
“Then, maybe you can leave tomorrow, but you have to stay somewhe—” Dr. Bittrough suggests.
“With me. He’s staying with me, whether he wants to or not.” the mother interrupts.(view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)] (hide spoiler)]

This is really good Rhy!! I like the concept of a boy being 'by definition dead', but yet not dead at all, and how you seem to add enough details to give us a good picture of what is happening. *applause*

Thanks! ^-^