There he laid, his body lay motionless on the hospital bed. The rythmic beeps and sounds of the room had faded. His eyes wide open but yet he was unconcious, or so the doctors said. The people, doctors and nurses hurried around outside in the hallways, I walked over and shut the door. I went back to my original position over the bed. I put my hand on his chest, I felt no heartbeat yet the machines say there was. He was so cold as if dead, and so motionless, not even a blink nor twitch of the eye. He wasn’t there, physically he was yet mentally, spiritually he was not. I felt it, In his eyes locked in the cold stare at nothing I saw nothing, no soul, no mind, no…. life. The machines said different as if mocking me, I imagined them saying, “Oh shut up you bumbling idiot, Of coures he is alive, We would know.” Sometimes when you say machines have minds of their own you don’t think it would actually be true, but in all things there is an essance of life. I walked to one, then the nurse burst into the room.