I wake up surrounded by people. I look to find a familiar face, finding none I start to panic. “Where am I?”, I ask myself while trying to figure out my surroundings. Beeping and rushing around is all I hear. That’s when I realize, I’m in a hospital. Nurses and doctors fill the room. Running, talking, soothing me as best they can. “What’s all over my face?”, I try to speak but no words come out, just heavy breathing. I reach up and feel my mouth trying to figure out what’s caked on my lips. Blood, dried blood. My tongue aches, my cheek throbs. That’s when I overhear the doctor talking to a familiar voice. It’s my ex-wife and oldest daughter. He’s telling them I’ve had a heart attack and coded in the CAT scan and they had to resuscitate me. “I must have bitten my tongue when it was all going on” I think to myself. I look over and see my oldest walking towards me. Tears quietly streaming down her face. She grabs my hand telling me, “It’s ok dad I’m here”. She sees the blood on my face and yells at someone to clean it up. As I lay there unable to move much besides squeezing her hand, I try to regain the rest of my senses and calm down. It works, but only for a moment. My mind is spinning and suddenly I lose consciousness again. The next thing I know I’m waking up in my own room still in the hospital. I’m able to talk now but half the time I’m so confused I can’t even remember my own name. The other half I’m falling asleep mid-sentence. The doctors come in to talk to me and my ex-wife. They explain to me again what happened down in the er. Then they tell me the big news. I need a new liver as soon as possible but the transplant list is long, very long. I start to cry softly as I realize, I’m on my death bed.