The next thing I know, I am in one of the E. R. rooms and they are shaking me violently. When I glance around the room, it is dark all around me except for the big spotlight that is trained over my face, and it is blinding me. I hear Tara’s voice in the background, and it sounds like I am underwater. She is talking to the police officers while she fills them in on what happened. As I listen, cold settles in my bones, and when I cough, I breathe in the purified air that feels somehow foreign. “I just went up to the desk to sign him in and when I came back, he had blacked out. So, your guess is as good as mine when it comes to it.” Hearing Tara's shaky voice as she converses with the officers, I just want to get up and hug her to let her know I’m fine. Yet, at the same time I find that I am too weak to move and that frightens me. I have always been physically strong, so this new development is strange to say the l
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