Its one o'clock in the morning I'm still awake. A single shabby curtain is desperately trying to cover the oversized window that's letting in ice cold air. I feel weak. I should have been more careful. I had been sleeping, thankful for the merciful haze that came with tiredness; the dull thrum in my chest had been low and slow at first like a warning bell, thrum…thrum…thrum… I ignored it burrowing deeper into my pillow; it became faster, picking up pace, the warning bells louder and more urgent now…

It was then that I realised it was my heart rate…

I woke up in heaven.

The room was completely white, I could hear beeping it annoyed me greatly I tried to move my arms but I was met with what felt like a thousand bee stings at once. I realised a minute later when my vision became less blurry; that I was covered in needles. They didn't have needles in heaven… I let out a long sigh. I was HERE again. The living hell that was my local hospital. I tried to block out the insistent beeping. It didn't work. After a ten minutes that felt like hours one of the demons arrived; even though she was wearing crystal white and carrying a glass of iced water. She looked at me pitifully her patronising smile accompanied by an even more mocking frown just for my benefit. "What have we done this time Mr Renolds?" Her tone matched her face perfectly. Like a parent disciplining a child. I grimaced not falling for the fake reassurance radiating from her like a virus. "Well, we'll get you fixed as soon as we can." I didn't reply I knew that if I looked at the patronising expression she was wearing any longer I'd have to throw something at her. "Your next check up will be in half an hour; if you need any help just ring-"she pointed to the buzzer like a game show host. "-and keep drinking that water." She flashed me another plastic smile and walked away her blonde ponytail bobbing along behind her. I placed a quivering hand around the slippery glass hoping the heart attack hadn't effected my hand I coordination. I took a swig only to spit it back into the glass a moment later. It felt like an icy knife had ripped through my throat; I spluttered, gasping for breath.