The Jacker

It all started with the accident. It seems like such a cliche: getting in a car accident and finding yourself hovering over your body on an operating table; but that's more or less how it started.

Sort of. The scene in the operating room wasn't when the out-of-body experience started. There was that moment of panic when you were driving to work and you felt something trying to invade your consciousness. It was that feeling of a dark, heavy presence pushing your consciousness down into a deep recess of your soul that made you want to jump out of your skin, slam your foot on the accelerator, and crash into the bus that was turning into the intersection.

Then there was the surreal experience of watching yourself bleed to **** as the paramedics and fire fighters tried to extract your mangled body from the crushed wreckage of your car. You didn't understand how you could stay so calm and freak out at the same time. You reasoned that you were in a state of shock and imaging the whole situation. It helped to pretend, but you'll never forget seeing the torn flesh, the broken bones, the blood.

And then there was the bizarre journey to the hospital, sitting in the back of the ambulance on the gurney, trying to console yourself, feeling frustrated that you couldn't even hold your own hand, how everything just went through you when you tried to touch it. That was hard: trying not to freak out, trying not to believe that you were dead, or at least dying.

And then the operation. You couldn't watch. You left and explored the building, walking around like a ghost. That's when you heard the sounds coming from the supply room and decided to investigate, when you saw the nurse pushed up against the wall, the doctor pounding her from behind, making a face he was probably glad she couldn't see.

And that's when the other thing happened. When you suddenly found yourself getting caught up in the act, sucked into the doctor's straining body as he thrust into her, feeling his cock as if it were your cock, fucking that tight girl's pussy. That scared you, and you pulled out quick. You felt like you were cheating on your wife, even though you were lying wide open somewhere on an operating table, even though you thought you were going insane, even though you thought you were dead.

The nurse grunted and scowled over her shoulder. "What's wrong?" she asked.

The doctor was confused. "Nothing," he said, pushing it back in.

You fled the room and went looking for your body. By the time you found it, it was already late. You were in a critical care unit, covered in bandages, tubes and wires encasing you in a protective cocoon. You leaned over and studied your own face, entranced by the novelty of the experience, of seeing yourself for the first time as others see you. Bruised eyes, broken nose, stitches. Then your eye flickered open and you were sucked back in.