there are such things as 'life or death' decisions

On the other end of the phone line my friend says, "Lauren, life will come at you like bullets to a beating heart." I say, "You're right. And the wind will move you so far away you can't turn back. Life will grip you around your next leaving marks the size of golf balls." We both stop. Down the hall, 3rd door on your right, her soul is dwindling down along with others while angels pull but their souls cant let go. The angels' wings are as white as the walls around them; their voices-the tick of the clock. Counting down the seconds till they win the battle. 27 tiles with cracks through each one allows the family's hopes and prayers to slip out the ceiling. I hear tears fall down her cheeks on the other side of the phone and she whispers, "I'll be seeing you soon." Her words choke me and freeze me in time. Nobody knows, but she knows I know. The sound of the dial tone echoes through my veins while I'm spitting out convictions to all I've ever known. The tension is thick enough to slit with a blade; the same blade that's been cutting us down night after night, sleeplessly running on coffee. "Don't fall asleep... Not tonight." No one dares to admit to their thoughts. So they wait. Avoiding eye contact with the ironed white coats for fear their fears will come alive, cause what you don't know won't hurt you nearly as much as false hope. Time is running thin and the breaths he takes are fragile. They wait. The chaos in their minds aren't enough to kill the silence. The walls move too close in on you... Think fast. What will you do? The angels come back but this time not as white, this time their voices could fill an auditorium. On the other end of the phone line my friend says, "They're still undefeated."