A long piercing beep filled the small, claustrophobic room, which, according to my newly heightened senses, was suddenly full of people. I was growing angry and frustrated by the shrill noise. My fingers twitched before I could regain complete control of them. I think someone started doing compressions on my chest. It should have felt jarring and forceful, but it had no more force than the brushing of a butterflies wings. The faint compressions continued much to my increasing frustration. The people started yelling frantic instructions to each other. "Oxygen!" one yelled. A mask was placed over my nose and mouth, blowing oxygen over me. I moved my lungs reluctantly, allowing an influx of horribly clean smelling hospital air. The annoyingly shrill beep continued while they worked over me, desperately trying to 'save' my life, even though I wanted and knew it to already be over.