Watch and Listen (Uncontious)

I listen to the sounds of those around me. All simple words with tenancy to blurr. I listen to the happiness surround me, affecting me from wence it occurs. I watch the people move all around me, but don't understand what's happening. A steady blurr is all that I can see, and I really don't know how things do seem. They talk some more in words I cannot hear, and their painful voices seem to drift away. Their voices seem so very near, but my eyes have slipped closed with the day. When I awake, the voices I'm still hearing, and the faces I can still barely see. My uncontiousness still seems to linger, until I realize that they talk of me. I listen to the words that they are speaking, and catch a phrase that makes me want to cry. The joy is greater than-I guess-it would seem, but their words were "She isn't going to die."