Outsider POV

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Michael could hear a squeal from a machine. 

Flatline. 

With a surge of adrenaline and electricity, he leapt from the wheelchair, feeling no pain but the ache in his heart. This was a moment of shell shock, like the men and women of the older generations had so frequently been diagnosed. He barreled, muscles moving like a machine. Time was in slow motion, and nothing seemed to be moving. He burst through the doors frantically, searching for her. Then everything was a haze. He saw the defribillators ceasing, and the doctor bowed his head.

No.

The blood drained from his face. Just like in the parking lot at PizzaMax the first day, he was frozen, only this time it wasn't Nichelle. Fear and shock gripped his conscience like a vise. He somehow ran to her. Tears streamed down his scarred face, hands trembling as they cupped her face. "Wake up. Taylor. Please... I need you. The cause..." His body ached along with his heart. Time stood still. The doctors and nurses left the room, searching for the rest of the Electroclan and their families. 

He held Taylor in his arms one last time, wishing that they had more of it.

He left the warmth leave the room, along with his cause.