“Mac, oh Jesus, Mac, be okay."
I heard the pleading in Peter’s voice, and I tried to reassure him I was fine, but the words wouldn’t form. He said more, but the words were too far off to understand. Everything faded again.
The next thing I remember is opening my eyes and seeing the blurry vision of an angel. But I don’t think that was right, because that would mean I was dead. I didn"t feel dead. I had heard that when you die, you feel no more pain. That’s what made me sure I wasn"t dead, the pain in my head was excruciating. A moan escaped me, and the angel moved closer, but my vision blurred and faded to dark. When she spoke, her words were faint as if from a far distance. She told me I would be okay.
Time passed before I woke again, but I lost track of how much. This time my eyesight
