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"Kizlyn! Kizlyn? Kizlyn, wake up!"
"Kizlyn!"
"SHE'S NOT BREATHING!"
"Get the doctor! Get the doctor!"
"Kizlyn!"
"Her heart! It stopped!"
"GOD PLEASE!"
"OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod"
"KIZLYN!"
"What's happening??"
"Miss, please leave the room."
"She's gonna be okay though, right?!"
"Ma'am, please exit the room now!"
"Defibrillator is set..."
"Defibrillator?!"
"You two must leave NOW."
A loud slam.
Multiple footsteps.
Hard breathing.
Various voices.
"Blood clot in the lungs...can be a sign of P.E."
***
The doctors ended up using that scary electrical machine thingy that goes on your chest and they yell "Clear!", in hopes of reviving you.
So I died.
But then I woke up.
Brynn told me what had happened a full week later while I was still recovering. Apparently, there was a blood clot somewhere in me and it started affecting my breathing. It's called Pulmonary Embolism. I had an MRI, too many blood tests to count, various Xrays, a CAT scan, plus surgery to remove the clot; Just about every single thing I was afraid of.
