Joy

~Time Between Life and Death~

     My eyes fluttered open, and I groaned groggily. I had a massive headache and abdominal pain. My eyes instantly wonder to a broken clock that read 7:23. There was a slight beeping sound to my right, but once I came more aware of my surroundings the beep became louder and I heard distance shouting of demands. There was a older lady leaning over me, stroking my head. I give her a bewildered look, but she did not seem to be paying much attention to me. The women in the room looked to be a nurse.

     She had her white coat on with the red emergency cross on it. She had the simple tools a nurse would have. My mind wondered of why I was here. I would have started to flip out, but then I remembered the car crash. My throat burned, and I wanted to cry. When I attempted to cry, it seemed as if the tears evaporated.

     "Miss!" I called despite the pain in my throat. She turned around a placed a few notes down on a piece of paper that was attached to a brown clipboard. 

     She ignored me and started to hum to a tune I did not know. Once she turned back towards me. I flashed her another bewildered look. She sighs and puts the clipboard down. I started to ask questions, why was I here, is everything okay with me, what is going to happen? But, then she just continued singing her tune. I started to get angry.

    "Hello, Joy." she says. I smile broadly finally thinking she was paying attention to me.

   "Hey, finally. Hello, tell me what is-"

   "Everything is going to be okay." she says whispering, "I will let nothing bad happen to you."

    "Well, that is good because if something did-" I try talking again. All of a sudden there was a flat line. I looked up at her worried. "Nurse?" I asked confused. I look over to the monitor to see my pulse at a flat line.

    "Doctor!" the nurse called. "WE NEED A DOCTOR!" she screamed. Before I could say anything a group of people came in with a pair of defibrillators. 

      I looked up, eyes widened in terror. I close my eyes quickly and when I open them I am standing over a body. My body. My red curly hair, my tiny freckles, and pale white skin. Then, I noticed the negative things. My body was covered in bruises and dry blood. I had stitches right above my left eyebrow, and under my right eye. My right leg was in a full cast, and so was my right arm, where my body collided with the car door withing the taxi wreck.

     The little monitor kept reading a flat line. The doctor started to demand things, things I never knew the meaning of. He rubbed the defibrillators together and violently pressed them against my chest. My hand instantly flied over my mouth in shock and I take a step back. This time, the tears began to fly down my cheeks. My body that was lying on the bed lurches upwards from the electricity. The doctor looked over to the monitor to see again the flat line.  The tension in the room was completely unbearable. I wanted to scream, I tried to scream, but no sound came out.

     He rubbed the two plates together again and counted down from three. The nurse that was originally in my room was holding her two hands together as if she was praying. I never really knew how hard it was to look at death, especially my self.  The doctor pressed down the defibrillators on my chest again, and again my chest lurched upwards. He looked back over to the monitor to see the pulse slowly regaining. The dry tears stung my eyes and cheeks. My nurse sighed out in relief and the doctor looked at her and nodded. He started to give her orders of what to do, what medication to provide, etc, and she simply nodded and did so.

   

    Within the next ten minutes, at least I thought so. The clock was still broken. The nurse returned to my injured, dying body. She started to hum to the tune again. It sounded peaceful and almost church like. She stroked my hair again.

    "It will be okay, you will be okay, Joy" she says. "I promise." She looked up, and right at me and smiled.