"This wont hurt a bit." He said as he adjusted the probe. He lied. It hurt a lot. Like someone was trying to crawl in, and not in a good way. "Just a little more...ah... thats done it. Now it's only a little bit more pressure. It shouldn't hurt at all."
Again he lied.
Sitting there watching the window, trying to be somewhere else... to be someONE else.... yeah. He lied. And the pain hadn't even started yet.
There was supposed to be a flurry of movement, a blurred image of a shape that everyone would laughing claim to "get". There was supposed to be a regular 'thumpthumpthump' there that told the outside world that all was right with the inside.
"Almost done now...." He said with a fake cheerful smile. Then he started pointing things out. "This is where...." he says, using his finger to outline where emptiness sat. "And here...." he continues on, cheerfully shattering hopes and dreams.
"Just a bit more.... it wont hurt at all." He lied. It still hurt a lot. And the pain still hadn't eve