Like a Ghost

A wonderful squared ray of light is passing through the high window, radiating on the immaculate wall. Shades of trees are seamlessly dancing in gentles motions spreading all around the room. Flowers on the stainless steel desk are her favorites, purple-red tulips and white coquelicots, probably her mother's attention. The bedsheet - a queen size she notes - is covering her body up to the shoulders with a perfect fold on the top.

Two nurses are monitoring around her, absorbing all data from the medical machinery via their sensorial vest. Dense and lightfull patterns are clearly visible throught the fabric from the electrogrid fixed on their back. She hates their odd blue marine fits, the color breaks with the calm of the moment. She is not pleased as well about her own aesthetic, through the nasogastric tube, the ventilator stuck into a small cut on her throat and the many nodes stamped onto her shaved crane, her right orbital bone is broken, deepen by a scar starting from the top of her skull to her cheekbone. She became used to it and try to call it a charm.

Multiple screens are set on her side. As a medical student, she knows this life support equipment is analyzing her blood pressure, heart rate, oxygen level, but she somehow can't read the magnetic waves screening the graphs and charts, and she doesn't want to. She feels good being lost in the time frame, disconnected from her internal-clock and being able to witness timelessly life from afar.

Elsa remains totally aware of why she is here, why she is not seeing this present moment by her own eyes, she is floating out of her body witnessing herself in a deep state of unconsciousness. She is in a profound coma experiencing near-death.