A tale of several broken men. The courageous who never allowed his heart to bend, and the snake who shed his skin in countless beds. It is simply not plausible to think he won't survive. He's down staring face to face with Hell, stared it dead in the eye. Rubble kicked, smashed like a victim's teeth.
This is the end, the ghost above the hospital bed, the outside looking in.
No skin on the bone, no beat in the chest. Make your ghost proud, have him not claw his way back in out of fear of regret.