The pain shot through her chest with such force, it took her breath away.
Another slammed into her, knocking her senses into orbit.
Not now. Oh please, not now.
She was all ready and looking forward to meeting her friends. They hadn’t seen each other for so very long, and had so much to catch up on.
Another shock, and she started to hear voices.
Oh, the light. That damn light.
The light was so bright it was hurting her eyes.
She didn’t want to go towards it. She wanted to stay where she was.
She had PLANS for heaven’s sake!
‘Leave me alone!’ she shouted, but nobody heard her.
Another spasm.
She felt her heart beating again, a rhythmic thudding in her head.
The only thing in her head.
Then nothing.
The light went out.
‘She’s back with us now,’ the doctor said putting the torch in his pocket.
The emergency crew wheeled the crash cart away, their shoes squeaking on the polished floor.
The nurses checked her drips and tubes. They re-arranged the sheets and pillows.
The monitors blipped and beeped, doing everything for her.
No-one noticed the single tear that slipped from under her closed lids.
that’s sad
I was listening to an interview on the radio about people in comas and the theory that many are ‘ready to go’ which is what triggered this post.
love it. Think about these moment frequently. Have you read any of that undertaker poet? They did a Frontline piece on his Mortuary. Very moving. I like the idea of fighting for one’s life, don’t know if I will or not.
Can’t say I have. It’s odd sometimes the direction my mind takes. I’ve always liked things with a ‘twist’ though.