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I awoke to the sound of beeping. White. Everything was white. And...crying? Then clearer—someone weeping in the corner, someone...familiar. A lady wearing white comforted her.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do. She's braindead."

Poor woman. I tried to sit up to comfort her, but...nothing's moving. I felt cold as realization struck me.

Mom!

The nurse ushered Mom out, then walked towards me. I desperately tried making eye contact, telling her I wasn't braindead, but she wouldn't look at me. A wild fear built up inside of me. Stop!

She pulled a plug from the wall, and everything went black.