Chance
The incandescent lights of the room hit her dull eyes; the smell of antiseptic stung her nose, her only sense that remained active. She could only muffled words being conversed between the two doctors in front of her, they looked at her in pity, so this is it?
She realized this may be her last chance at breathing on this said space; it wasn't hard to not realize. Her sight had gotten worse than a grandma with a monthly membership at SpecSavers. Sound was nothing but a muffled speaker at a stadium, she needed hearing aids. Taste, had been spoiled, the touch of honey on her tongue would spoil, and taste like month old tuna. She opted for the three IV cords in her arm, which streamed glucose and water into her bloodstream.
She no longer even had a voice, to say the pain she felt, her muscles were so weak that they couldn't pull a wince or a clenched fist. She was simply a puppet on loose strings.
She looked up only to see a blurry change of scenery above her, they're running her to the operation room. She also supports this cause due to the variable of hearing the doctors muffled shouts. Her heart beat was failing, the body can even support the heart to pump blood any longer, and she was dying.
Her eyes closed as the gas from the face mask had led her to sleep in her 'oasis', and dispatch herself from the rest of the world. Only to make out the vibrations of shock going through her body attempting to restart it.
A little snippet of a dream I had, thinking of turning it into a fanfic, though need to know if you enjoy it, SO R&R please :)