A/N- Short but …yeah, short and to the point?

I'm no doctor.

CHAPTER 39

A sensation I've never felt before consumes me. It's as if I'm being ripped from my body and being dragged. I can't see anything but white and feel frightened and desperate to be released back into my body. Distant voices I can hear and make them out as people I know.

"C'mon, bud…you can't keep doing this to yourself. It isn't healthy, man.", says Colt softly. COLT? SAVE ME.

"She's gonna wake up… I know it…I-I kno—", it's Phil his voice cuts off as I hear whimpers, "I can't give up on her, Colt. I-I TOLD HER THAT I WOULDN'T LET ANYONE LAY A FINGER ON HER!", he shouts, "I-I failed…so I CAN'T give up on her…I can't.", he whispers. I'm still alive?

A soft sight, "Please, bro. The doctors have gone over this…the chances of her coming back are slim. Don't make it harder than it already is, Phil.", but I can hear you…I'm alive!

"NO! She made it through a shitload…THIS…this can't be her end…", he sobs, "Stop trying to convince me, Colt. Right here on this damned bed lays THE girl. God or whoever put us in each other's path once more for a reason…SO you can't stand there and tell me to let go…"

I felt the dragging sensation and their conversation becomes fainter and fainter. This is the make or break moment. Who knows where I'm going and if I'll ever come back from there? I can either let myself drift off or struggle to wake up. Moments pass by and their conversation is so far off I can barely make sense of it.

God, I know I'm the last person to be asking you for any favors because quite frankly, I've done so many fucked up things in my life. Do I regret them? Some I do…some I don't. There are a couple of things I've done for the good of my loved ones. Now, I don't have much time so…PLEASE, if you're hearing my please and cries…please…grant me another chance at life. I-I have so much to live for—to many people who I'd like to think need me. Perfect won't describe my way of life, ever but I'll try this time…try to be a better person. So, please…please…I need to live, I need to see Phil at least once more and tell him…te-tell him how I feel…THAT I'M SORRY…I needa hug my nephew, my dad, my sis, my uncle one last time…I needa see the smiles of those whom I love…pity me? I'll do anything…please.

I don't feel anything anymore…Nothing. No voices, no dragging…This is it.

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"Phil…dude…is it me or is she cry-crying?"

"I-I uh…Her heart monitor is beep-beeping…CALL THE DOCTOR COLT!"

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"Guys, I'm afraid I have to tell you to step back."

"NO! SHE'S MY-MY…NO—"

"Phil…if you don't let them do their job she's gonna die on us!"

"PUSH 20 of epi and give me the panels!"

"Pushing 20 of epi…"

Metal slides together, "Charge to 200 and stand back."

"Charging to 200."

"MARLEENE, BABY, YOU GOTTA TRY…FOR ME…FOR MICK FO-FOR…MARLEENE!"

"Sir, please stand back!"

"Phil…do c'mon!"

"She's not coming up…charge to 300"

"Charging to 300."

"She comin' around Dr.?"

"People clear the room…please."

"Bu—"

"Clear out…Boys, I'm sorry to say this but…"

My body rejoins my soul faster than a blink of an eye. My eyes shoot straight open and I'm struggling to breathe through all the tubes I feel down my throat. Tears rim my eyes. I'm terrified at the thought of dying like this…dying trying to live. Dying after having begged and pleaded for my life which I took so little care of. My body trembles uncontrollably and I feel a needle stabbed right through by chest deflating a lung or something filled with air.

Hands quickly remove at tubes from my throat and a mouth barks orders for staff to come in.

Thank you, big man… I owe you.