Hospital Bound

I felt the darkness close around me. I heard the shouting, the screaming, the tears. I felt myself being lifted, barely. I wasn’t conscious, numb. I felt the plastic breathing mask wrap around my face, the IV stabbed into my pale arm. I felt the sting of the cleaner and the sharp intake of my blood into little vials I knew they were collecting. A surge of cold as an unknown liquid seeped through the clear plastic into my veins. And then… nothing. The beeping stopped. The line went flat. I. Was. Dead.

Or so they thought. So they said.