I open my eyes and see an unforgiving sea of clocks.

Stopped clocks.

No ticking, and no tocking.

Then I feel it. A cold breeze flows through my hospital room and I can feel it ruffle my hair as it passes me by.

Kathleen sits next to me and notices my eyes set on the wall.

"Nina, are you alright?" she asked me.

No I'm not alright, but I slowly turn my head so my eyes are set on her and say as calmly as possible; "I'm just dandy."

She doesn't buy it.

"Come on. What's wrong?"

"I said I'm just dandy."

"Nina, just tell me what's wrong."

"I said I'm just dandy! Just shut up! Who put those stopped clocks on the far wall?!"

Then, very slowly, very cautiously, she says; "Nina. There aren't any clocks on that wall. Much less stopped clocks. Are you hallucinating?"

I begin to sweat and my breathing quickens. "No? At least, I don't think so?" I say it like it's a question. Something that I desperately want her to answer. But I know I have to answer it myself.

Yes. I am having a hallucination. Going on number two.

Then I feel the breeze again. Colder this time around.

"You can't feel the breeze either?"

"What breeze?"

Nope.

I am definitely hallucinating.

She can't see what I am "seeing" and she can't feel what I am "feeling".

Then; the world starts to spin. I grab onto the rail of my hospital bed for dear life.

I can tell that Kathy is starting to panic. I see her hesitate, then she runs over to the "Patient Hysteria" button and pushes it two times fast.

Ten seconds later the same two black nurses that helped Kathy when she was hallucinating entered my hospital room.

The world drops to the floor, and I tumble downwards with it.

I actually fall off of the hospital bed during that moment, and I hear Kathy cry out my name. In the exact way my mom did on the day of the accident. "Nina!"

The two nurses lift me up and this time, I do not resist. I let one of the nurses inject the anesthesia drugs inside my veins. I could have even done it myself if I wasn't feeling so weak.

The last thing I see and hear before I collapse onto my hospital bed are the stopped clocks on the far wall.

All of them are stopped at the exact time of 11:00 AM. The time I was told when the accident happened.

But one is now ticking and tocking. A cuckoo clock. The sound is crushing my brain and is as loud and rhythmic as a grandfather clock. No, as loud as Big Ben's tolling bells.

The seconds are going backwards. Counting back down to the time of 11:00 AM.

Once the minute mark slides backwards once more and hits the 11:00 AM mark. I know this hallucination meant something.

It meant that time was coming to an end or something.

Is that too elaborate for this kind of a situation?

Probably not.

Is this connected with the time of my death?

Probably not.

Am I being racist by making certain to mention the races of each doctor and nurse I am encountered with?

Probably.

Then, the world slams to a stop.

Everything fades to black.