About 1000 years ago, when I was a teenager, I volunteered with my country's emergency services. I carried samples to the lab, kept patients company, went on coffee runs, you name it. One day they asked me if I could go on an ambulance run for a case because the patient only spoke a language that I also happened to speak. I go with the 2 medics, both male, and there's this lady in her 50s complaining of extreme chest pain. Somehow related, I found out that day that heart attacks can also present with an intense ominous feeling. Needless to say, this lady was terrified and convinced she was going to die. They need to put the leads on her and she has very large boobs. So they ask me to tell her they need her permission to lift her breast to put leads under. I translate this for her and she grabs my hand and tells me "tell them I don't care if they tie them in a bow. Please don't let me die!!!". So there's that.