Waking in the hospital
I was dead.
I saw the light everyone says you are supposed to see. All the people I knew during life that had died and my family, they were all waiting just on the other side. They called for me, called my name. All I had to do was cross over, but something just did not feel right. Something was off.
So I hesitated for a brief instant and that was all it took.
Pain flooded into my world and the light vanished just as if someone turned off a light switch.
The light was gone that fast. The pain remained. Every muscle in my body suddenly contracted. My chest felt like someone hit it with a hammer. My abdomen convulsed. My body tried to contract into a little ball.
The pain happened several times before the blackness took over and I lost consciousness.
I woke. I wish I had died.
My eyes would not open and my chest hurt. This was the most pain I had ever felt in my life. My chest felt like someone had been pounding on it with a hammer. At least my arms legs did not hurt. I fact, I could not feel them at all.
That worried me a bit, but I let it go and lapsed back into unconsciousness.
When my eyes opened again, I saw a lovely female nurse standing over me. Her hand held a hypodermic needle and she injected something into my IV bag. She looked at me and smiled. I did not smile back. She stroked my forehead with a thermometer strip and then left the room.
Time must have passed, but I was unaware of it. My world consisted of briefs moments of consciousness, all I remembered was pain and the blackness. I did not fear the pain. Pain was a sign I was still alive. I feared the blackness. Every time I closed my eyes, the dreams could come. Something was wrong and I had to find out what it was.
