Lost in a world of darkness, I heard faint eerie whispers. I felt little like a small child lost in a dark cave, cold and all alone. Was I lost in some unfamiliar land; were those whispers coming from my loved ones in the far off distance. As time passed I became a bit more coherent; voices became louder and were spoken with more clarity. I felt something strange; its was lodged in my mouth and felt as if it was protruding deep into my throat. It game me a very uncomfortable gagging feeling. I wanted to remove it more than anything. I tried to tear it from my throat but my arms were restrained to my sides. I fought at my restraints with all my possible might; much like a prisoner in shackles trying to escape from the inevitable fate ensuing the reading of his final rites. With no avail I kept fighting but all my efforts were fruitless considering my weak condition. I probably never would have beaten my goal at a full capacity.
             I heard then a voice, a voice of ascension. It was clear and inundating; it was almost omnipotent. I hear this voice of guidance telling me not to fight and that I am on a ventilator; he understood my discomfort and assured me that it was ok. I still kept fighting. Again the voice rang out in a more commanding tone, "Jason you were in a major auto accident; you are at, Nurse more anesthesia!" I began to slowly fade out of my subtle reality. I awoke sometime later in a room surrounded by instruments that were connected to my chest and head. I had a needle leaving my arm trailing back to several intravenous bags hanging over the bed I was laying in. These sights were all too familiar; I was in a hospital lying in the critical care unit. Then I recalled my temporary state of semi consciousness and recall hearing the voice, who I now assume was the doctor, tell me I had been in a major accident. The most pessimistic of thoughts came into my head. I wondered things such as, was I in my own Camaro, was I h...