He walked into the ED, white as a sheet, shaking, and dragging his feet along with his body. He felt totally disconnected from himself that he was actually frightened.
He walked up to the main desk and managed the words 'I need to see a doctor' which seemed extremely hard when normally it would be easy to say. He turned away and coughed before looking at the receptionist. He couldn't read his name badge, but registered that the man told him to take a seat and that the wait could be up to an hour.
He slowly made his way over to a chair, coughing thickly as he did so. He put his elbows on his knees and leaned his head in his hands, and tried to concentrate on something other than his illness. He couldn't. However hard he tried.
He noticed his palms were sweating. Thats when the problem started. He began to panic. What was happening? He could feel his heart rate speeding up, and he found it hard to catch his breath, and was therefore not getting the amount of oxygen he needed. He coughed, making his chest hurt.
His vision was getting darker, and he found it very hard to breath. He felt himself slide off the chair, and noticed the man that he spoke to at the reception run over before falling unconsious. His heart had stopped beating.