The emergency room stretcher, the floors, the walls and body is covered with my blood.
The medical responders push on my chest and yell at me to wake up.
“Please leave me alone,” “I can no longer live with this pain,” I shout as I float down, pull at their arms, and try to move them off me.
But no one seems to listen.
The light glows brighter and embraces me. Immediately I feel a sense of joy and peace as I let go. No longer held captive by my disease.