October 25, 2012
"My mind returns to the cramped ICU room; aware of my condition, and continuous pain. The morphine has cleared, the dream state resolved, but my misery goes on."
"I then sense an evil presence, and fear overwhelms every aching fiber of my dying body. An ominous air fills my darkened room. I am overwhelmed by dread. A tormentor sits; an assassin silent, starring and waiting. I feel eyes on me; penetrating and bulging like a vulture's proprietor seeing me as easy prey."
"I hear the assassin's breathing, slow, and ominous.In the menacing quiet evil eyes pierce me again. The tormentor is staring and willing me to crash; an assassin with a white coat covering a wicked heart."