THE FIRST THING I FEEL IS PAIN.
It’s a deep, ugly, dragging weight on my arm that somehow finds its way to be recognized despite the cloud of fog in my mind, pulsing all the way to my chest. Then, follows the cold air. After that, the faint sound of something beeping just above my head becomes clearer. Sharper.
Every other thing flashes in a mind like some kind of movie, unclear, and my eyes fly open.
My vision is blurry, but I can make out the white ceiling above me, and when I blink my eyes, I am finally able to make out the soft lights shining in the room and the smell of antiseptic.
What am I doing in a medical room?
I try to swallow, but my throat feels like sandpaper, it’s so dry, the effort alone makes the sudden pounding in my head worse. Almost immediately I register it, I ra
