White walls, white walls. Is this Heaven, or is this and eternal paradise. There is no pain here; it's so serene and calm. A man and woman rush into this paradise, wearing all white. Are they Angels? None of this is real, I soon realize that when I am greeted by crying family members; I let them down and now look where I am. The Hospital again, crashed in a car; pinned between the metal of three cars and now feeling the pain of reality.