Labored breathing.
Gasping air.
What is this? Why am I gasping for air? My head spun around and propelled me back to sleep.
"Code blue! She is moving under." I heard the doctor yell. It was like the dead of night. Dark as it was, or was it my imagination?
He yelled. "Nurse. Get the crash cart!"
He leaned my head back. Measured its length against my throat. He started inserting the gag triggering plastic device in my mouth. He tried inserting it down my throat. He can not get it in!
Stop it! I yelled when no one can hear. The pain down my throat.
Damn doctor!
I coughed and gasped in air again... breathe! Breathe! God damn it!
I lied down. Looked up the ceiling once again. It was a dream.
