"John? John are you there?"
The voice was far off but it sounded like I was coming from the blurred operating room image in his dream. It seemed like John had been running towards the image for twenty minutes. He was surprised at his stamina but remembered it was a dream and kept running.
"John, this is Doctor Cauplin. Can you hear me?" John's body released a moan and the doctor smiled.
John saw the image get closer and he could almost touch it when he extended his arm. Damn it John wake up! Come on!
Doctor Cauplin could see recognition of the light he was using to test John's eyes. "John. John, can you hear me?"
John could hear him in his dream and he was so close. Just as his finger grazed the image everything went black. He blinked trying to see. Waiting for his eyes to adjust he saw stairs and a tiny glowing light at the top. Examining the stairs he looked up and saw an open sign. What? No! NO! John knew what this was and meant. He melted to his knees and began to cry.
When the machine gave a loud and menacing beep one word escaped Cauplin's mouth, "Shit!" He and the nurses worked feverishly to warm up the defibulator and to use it. But all their efforts made no difference. The line on the monitor stayed a steady straight line. When Cauplin walked out of the Operating room he washed his hand and sanitized them. Now he had to shatter the family in the waiting room's life. This was not going to be fun.