I dreamed I was a heartbeat in a hospital hallway

I was just a pulse—steady, low, not mine—drifting between doors labeled 'Cath Lab' and 'Family Waiting.' No body. Just the rhythm. And then I heard my own voice from somewhere far off: 'She’s stable.' The words didn’t mean anything. The silence after them was heavier than the beeping. I woke up with my hand on my chest, like I’d been trying to feel if I still existed.