The cacophonic action that comes next overwhelms my senses. Men and women in hospital scrubs rush past me through a set of glass double doors. The noxious smell of antiseptic mixed with blood, flowing like water down a waterfall, assaults my nose. Frantic bleeps from a heart rate monitor punctuate the room. The hum of a defibrillator being charged joins it. It’s soon followed by the sharp hiss of a curtain jerked closed.
“We're losing him!” a man barks and then, “Charge.”
Those were the last words I heard before darkness claimed my body and mind.
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