You lay in a hospital bed, oxygen tubes tickling your nose. You can't recall what happened, but were told you'd been hit by a drunk driver. You had a concussion and a lot of your bones were broke. You would fall asleep every couple of minutes for a short period, and when you woke up, you were too sluggish to feel scared or ask any more questions. You know your family was notified, but they were either yet to receive the message or still on their way. This means the only people with you at this time are the two doctors trying to save you, the nurse in the background, and...wait, who's that? Over by the door was a tall figure that obviously wasn't a doctor. They wore a pair of knee-high leather boots, a black shirt, and cloak that covered their eyes and trailed down their back like a cape. This realization was followed by another one - all was quiet. The doctors stood still as statues, and you could no longer hear the beeping of your heart monitor. You were able to think clearly now, as well. Hesitantly, you sit up. You know this isn't right and your heart pounds heavily in your chest. "Um, hello?" you ask. The figure begins to slowly step towards you, their leather boots clicking against the ground because apparently, Death wears heels. "W-wait, stop." You hold out your hand in a stay back gesture. Surprisingly, they do as you say. They sigh. When they speak, it's in a voice that sounds like a man and a woman's overlapping. Look, I don't have all day. You point at the clock. The third needle which ticks away the seconds has stopped. "You sure about that?" you ask, like a total smart ass.

(this is my first prompt. should I continue?)