It seemed so surreal. Trailing the ambulance. The sound of the sirens. Whizzing past traffic while trying to keep up with the ambulance. Wondering what’s going on in the back of the emergency vehicle. Is she conscious? What are they doing?  Is she going to make it? All of these questions flooded into Daron mind as he trailed the ambulance that carried his precious Joanne to the emergency room.   His job…didn’t matter right now. His clients? Not a priority. Right now it was about Joanne.  Finally!!!! They reach the hospital emergency room. Daron parks his car as the ambulance pull into the ER hub and the paramedics rush to get Joanne inside. It looks bad. She’s hooked up to an I.V. She doesn’t look like she’s conscious. Daron runs inside. “She’s gonna be alright!!!”, Daron tells himself.   The ER doctor asks him to step out. He closes the curtain. Even though it was a curtain being closed to Daron it felt like a brick wall being erected. It felt like a steel door. There he stood, helpless, waiting with tip toe anticipation. Daron begins pacing the floor…this was a typical habit whenever he began to be stressed about something.   It seemed like an eternity. Daron starts praying. “God please let her pull through. I know I hadn’t paid much attention to her but Lord I love her”.   Daron’s eyes began to well up with tears as he paced and prayed. “Lord I’m sorry I took her for granted….I’m so sorry”. “Please pull her through. Lord if you pull her through this one time I’ll…” At that moment Daron’s prayer was interrupted by the voice of the ER doctor. “Mr. Wilson”, It seemed as if time stood still when the doctor called his name. “Yes sir”, Daron nervously replied. Judging by the doctor’s facial expression Daron felt in his heart that it couldn’t be good. “Mr. Wilson, could you have a seat sir?”, “I’m good sir”… Daron said in anticipation.   “Mrs. Wilson is unresponsive. She’s in a coma. We tried everything we could. Her heart is strong.” With a painfully confused look on his face Daron looked into the doctors eyes. “What does this mean? What are you saying?!!”, “Is she gonna make it?!!”,   “Well, it’s hard to say. In these situations you have to just wait it out. We’re monitoring her closely”. “If you’re a praying man...this would be a good time”.     Tears began to run down Daron’s face as if the levies of his tear ducts had been broken. “I’m sorry Mr. Wilson”, the doctor replied.    “Can I see her?”… Daron asked.   “Sure”, the doctor responded. “Give us a moment to get her to a room”.    Daron attempted to stop crying but the harder he tried the more the tears flowed.   All he could think about was Joanne. This was all that mattered to him right now. Not the house, not the car, not his bank account, not his suit. As a matter of fact, he began thinking… “Lord, I’d give all of this up if you could just bring her through this!!!” He walks into the room wiping the tears from his face. The beeping of the heart monitor, the rhythmic sound of the respirator, wires, I.V’s, tubes, and seemingly buried underneath it all….Joanne.   All sense of time and scheduling gone. She was all that mattered. He stood there gazing through the tears. He grabs her hand.   “So this is what it’s come to, huh Jo-Jo?” He stood there holding her hand only able to say the same prayer he said while sitting at church just yesterday…. “ Lord Please!!!”. Lord I need you to fill in the blanks, he thought.