I am still in the emergency room. Time is running and it’s already tomorrow.

A new patient arrived during the last x-rays. I didn’t notice at first because the curtains were closed. The nurses open them, turn off the main lights and turn on a small blue light.

In the silence, I hear a beep every second.

There are some pipes that leave and go to the bed. I can almost feel death in the room. I realise how lucky I am. I am still in one piece, no open wounds, a working brain despite the drugs and a perfect memory.