The doctors rushed me into the hospital on the stretcher, I was attached with-various IV lines and monitors. The beeping of machines filled the room as medical staff worked quickly to stabilize me. I could feel the panic rising in my chest as I tried to focus on the voices around me, their urgent words blending together into a jumble of noise. The last thing I remember was a loud noise, fire, and then darkness.

"Stay with us!" The doctors said. I fought to keep my eyes open, clinging to consciousness as they worked tirelessly to save me. The fear clawed at my mind, but I forced myself to stay calm, trusting in the expertise of the medical team surrounding me.



"HE'S FLATLINING!" And then everything went black. It felt like I was floating in space, disconnected from my body and all sense of time. I could hear distant voices calling my name, urging me to come back, but I felt myself drifting further and further away.
After what seemed like ages, the doctors finally decided to administer CPR. I could feel the pressure of their hands on my chest, the rhythm of their compressions echoing in my ears. Each compression felt like a lifeline, pulling me back from the edge of death. I fought to regain consciousness, to come...