What did happen to me .Nothing I could understand except full of darkness .Oh it is so terrible .Where are my hands .Where are my legs .I try to open my eyes .My God everything now I feel as in an illusion .
I am so scared now and try to cry .I cannot make even a murmuring sound . I don’t feel the presence of my body. Where it has gone to? Am I dead Or alive. Is it called the bridge, between death and life.
Luckily at last I hear an opaque voice of someone and try my best in concentration to listen what are they speaking and who are they
My God they are nurses who care me and I learnt from their conversations that I am a comma patient and doctors confirmed my brain death and they got permission to take my organs for transplantation .
I try to say aloud I am not dying , I am not dying but no sounds comes
I ask God why do you so cruel to me and now wait patiently for my death .
touching !
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DeleteThis is very intriguing and sad as well..I can't help but feel this peice is also a bit of a metaphorical piece with perhaps more than one symblic irony..I feel you should continue this one ..the reader wishes to hear more..Nice work, caroline
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Deleteinteresting story
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