everywhere at the end of time

[ Re;New Ver. of a friend's 'everywhere at the end of time' ( with permission! and requested not to link the original.) ]
Trigger Warning.
Death, strong language, and just overall depression.

Cecil Acker, a 70-year-old man in his retiring phase, goes for a stroll one fine morning. A few minutes pass, he's walking down the street when he hears sirens approaching in the distance. He brushes it off, it happens every day.
But the ambulances quickly drive by, and into the driveway of a house on his road. Cecil knew the lady who lived there, it was Janice, the sweetest little old Catholic lady he had ever met. No, no, no, that can't be right. This can't be happening.

Cecil runs, runs as fast as his aging legs can run. He spotted, in his blurry vision, Janice being carried away by the medical professionals, and then, it happened.

He tripped, fell, and then, in an instant, he was on the ground. His vision slowly started to fade to black as he slipped into unconsciousness.
And just like that, he woke up suddenly, drenched in sweat, in a hospital bed, surrounded by doctors.