38. Past, Present, and Future

Trust yourself. You will then be able to see.

When the Gem awakens to call a Hero, the world is ill prepared...and its fate is placed in the hands of a 17 year old boy, named Wendell. 

Some will say this is nothing but a tale of fiction.
Let them think as they may. 

After all...I can't fix stupid.

Previously: Deloris, Dax and Lili journey through Wendell’s mind, and they find our hero…but not in a form they were expecting. When the mission seems to be complete, the three visitors were rejected from Wendell’s mind…leaving our hero to an unknown fate.

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Be grateful for moments of ignorance.

The Universe places a veil over our minds for a wise purpose.

If we could see all the challenges planned for us, in one panoramic view, we’d likely die of fright.

…or run for the hills, never to return.

“What happened?!” Deloris rolled off the table, yanking at the cords and tape. Her legs still felt weak from the sedative. Grabbing the side railings of the beds, she worked her way to Nathan’s side.

He was already working frantically on Wendell.

Tapping the end of a syringe filled with yellow liquid, Nathan pushed the air bubbles out of the contents, then stabbed the needle into Wendell’s neck. “I-I don’t understand what happened,” he said, “…his heart just…stopped!”

Deloris checked Wendell’s eyes, then started CPR. “Defibrillator — NOW!”

Chuck paced back and forth just behind the working gnomes, his eyes never leaving Wendell. He blinked rapidly, gnawing on his bottom lip, hands gripping and twisting the sleeves of his robes.

Alhannah helped Dax and Lili sit up.

“What’s going on?” Dax said, still groggy. “Why did we wake up?”

No one answered. Monitors beeped resentfully around Wendell.

Dax noticed the wizard pacing and frowned. “Why isn’t the kid awake?”

Alhannah gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “We don’t know what’s going on yet. Wendell stopped breathing, then his heart stopped.”

Yanking the cords from his chest and face, Dax tried to get to his feet. “No. No — this can’t be right. He was just fine a second ago!”

“Cryo!” Nat yelled, “Brain activity?”

“I do not detect any brain activity in the Gnolaum, Nat. I am sorry.”

“No,” Chuck whispered, shaking his head.

“Do something, Chuck!” Dax cried out. “Ya gotta help him. I’m telling ya, he was just fine when we were in there. Something ain’t right!”

Deloris and Nat continued CPR, pounding the rhythm of life on Wendell’s chest.

There was no response.

Wendell didn’t move.

Morty blinked the tears from his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Chuck.”