Chapter 22
Episode 22
As I was coding blue the group of Medical staff trying to save Me sensed something in My hospital room at Mountain West Medical Center. When all of a sudden 2 of My caregivers who were Native American said that they witnessed me being surrounded by ancient Medicine Men and many Chiefs forming a circle around Me
The beeping of the monitors was a frantic, urgent rhythm, a stark counterpoint to the sudden, suffocating silence that had fallen over the room. I was adrift, caught in the churning chaos of a body rebelling against its own existence. The faces blurred, a kaleidoscope of concern and focused intensity. Then, amidst the sterile white and the desperate efforts to pull me back from the precipice, a shift occurred. A subtle, almost imperceptible change in the air, a prickling sensation that raised the hairs on my arms, even as my own senses were failing.
Two of the caregivers, their faces usually etched with professional calm, suddenly exchanged a look that sent a jolt through the room, a jolt that had nothing to do with the defibrillator. They were Native American, their heritage woven into the very fabric of their beings, and they saw what the rest of us, blinded by the immediate crisis, could not. Their eyes widened, fixed on something beyond the immediate medical drama.
"Look," one of them breathed, her voice a hushed reverence that cut through the medical din. "The ancestors are here."
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