What's Happening?!

It was a normal evening, at the Tipsy Turvy bar. My name's David Stone, and I just started my 5PM - 3AM shift. It was a normal shift I was serving drinks as usual when a customer approached me and asked for a Whisky on the rocks. He handed me his card as I served him, and I went to the register to start his tab. Just as I return another customer bumped into him which made him spill his drink on his suit. The two customers get into an argument, and it slowly turns into a rumble...

The man who bumped into him reaches into is pants pulling out pistol shooting the entire magazine. Most of the bullets hit their mark, however a few strays just barely manage to hit me. I look down in shock, and pain I fall to the ground. I hear muffled screams and shouts for help. Sirens blaring in the distance I black out. Out of it I have brief glimpses of the hospital transport.

"Get him to the OR now!" a voice screams.

"Paramedics say, he has about three gunshot wounds." Another voice says. "He has one in his neck, the second one is in his abdomen, the last one in his thigh." Later in the OR they remove the second, and third one but they have trouble which would ultimately cost him his life. He later awakens in a pure white plane, and an angelic like woman greets him…