Lights sting my eyes. Figures stand over me and talk gibberish. They're blurry. Blobs of white and red. They hold me down. A door closes nearby. The world tilts and I'm sure I'm going to throw up.
I lift my arm.
It’s covered in dirt. Mud. It can’t be mine.
Why am I here?
I let my arm flop back down. My head’s going to break open. Someone tells me I’m all right.
Pain sears.
I close my eyes. I don’t care about anything right now. I only want the pain to go away.