blinding lights,
constant beeping,
spiked green lines,
a ***** in my arm.
faces fill the room
tears and hope
mixed on each.
a man in a white coat
calls for their attention,
his mouth moves
but it's all jibberish;
something about an accident.
then there is a shift,
the mood has changed.
all eyes are on me
expectant looks
then fallen faces
when I speak.

*Who are you?