I didn’t recognize where I was when I first opened my eyes. There was a lot of bright light. Not heavenly bright, but fluorescent. Sarah was anti-fluorescent and now I kind of understood why. My eyes began to adjust, and it turned out that I was in a hospital. So one the bright side-no pun intended-, I was not dead. My head was spinning and I felt so light headed. Kind of a little retarded. It took a minute to realize that I was paralyzed. That was scary. I wished Sarah was there. She’s better with this than I am. Luckily a doctor walked in to check on me.
“Are you okay?’ She asked gently
The concept of speaking was unsettlingly difficult.
“I can’t move.” I whispered.
“You’re in intense pain.” Oh, comforting. “We’re giving you drugs for that, but you can’t move right now.”
That still scared me.
“They need to take samples, so I’m going to stop the drugs so that you can move.”
“Will it hurt?” I asked fearfully
She smiled comfortingly “I hope not, but it might.”
Not fun.
I was alone again, waiting to be in pain. My head began to feel clearer, though. Sometime later I was in pain. My head was pounding, my arm was throbbing, and there was a shooting pain in my chest. But on the bright side, I could move. Someone else walked in.
“I’m Detective Stewart. I’m supposed to process you, can you sit up?”
I let her hold my arm and help me sit up straight, because I couldn’t do it all by myself. When she asked me to hold out my hands, I was embarrassed. I felt like a rape victim.
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