Flashbacks of death. The sound of fear. Pain
pressure. Cold bodies. Blood everywhere.
Gauze and Clinell wipes. Cannot erase the
cardiac strain. Did you really expect me to have
a complete mental frame?
You need to thump harder. Go faster, a bit
more faster, there we go.
I’m sorry sir, I’ve just broken your ribs. Your
chest cannot take the blows. My heart is
racing, it doesn’t know where to go. The rising
force is so great. It stops for a brief moment.
‘Pass me the adrenalin!’
But my heart needs it more, I’m having
Palpitations. My heart isn’t beating. By fire by
Force I will not end up on the floor. It wafts
Again, bringing pure waves of disorientation
One third of the chest.
Standby, shock. Woah, this shits actually
Working. I need another High. Hey you, quick,
Try fix us a second line.
Is that really me. Yes it fucking is. Now go
back and Don’t stop ever. He needs you more
than you need you. I should be certain. I have
the rest of my life, his, I am really not so certain.
Is that even going in. His vessels are
Disappearing. I would give you mine but we
Don’t have the time. Nor the resources or the heart
To tell your family, to just give us time. We are
Not done yet. But you is. Any disagreements?
Yes, I mean no Rest in peace.
Standby, shock. It’s 4am, on your bike. Get up.
Go do it again.