[Faye]
I can't breathe. Something is in my throat. Choking, I sit up. Monitors in the room begin to ding erratically as I continue to gag, my heart beating fast.
"Hold on, Mrs. Drake" an agitated voice advises. "We just need to remove your breathing tube."
Breathing tube?
"Heart rate is elevated," a nurse records. "All other vitals seem to be within normal ranges."
The long tube is removed from my lungs and I almost vomit at the pulling sensation. Like a fish caught on land, I begin to gasp.
"Breathe, Mrs. Drake, breathe," a calm hand rubs my back. “You’ve been incapacitated for a few days. We had to put you on a ventilator when you stopped breat
