Sirens blasted, the world swirled. Blood filled his nose and parts of his mouth. Air just didn't seem to be getting through. People squirmed and yelled all around him, "check the monitors! Get the plaster!" he coughed, blood spilled everywhere. "The lines are going dead!" he opened his eyes, very slowly. The world was blurry and was going dark once more. "Cover the scars!" they yelled. Pain and death was taking over his body, very slowly.

Seconds passed and he was numb. Then a wave of agony filled his body and yelled out in pain. Sweat ran down his cheeks and he started gasp for air. "You'll be okay son." The doctor said. Someone whispered behind him, "will he." The boy closed his eyes and wanted to die when he overheard the doctor saying, "I'm not sure."