Dying Out of Context

It was an antiseptic space. The doctor said something I couldn't quite hear because the clock over her right shoulder had a second hand that sounded like firecrackers each tick! I heard stage 4, in your blood, invading your entire body, maybe 3 months. The noise grew louder. Each tock became a bomb in a warzone. Deafening. PTSD. I was freezing and shaking. My girl just turned 2. Collateral damage. It wasn't my turn! What kind of god does this? I thanked my doctor for my death sentence and went home to live with my fading family.