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I sit up in bed, or at least I try to. My head lifts only inches above the pillow before the tubing snaps taut over my face. I take a few seconds to open my eyes a sliver to survey the situation. The light burns my eyes and I quickly close them, but I do confirm that tubes of some sort are crossing my face. Actually, they seem to be attached to it.
My senses seem to be too sensitive at the moment...how long have I been out for? A day? A week? Maybe the accident affected my senses...what accident, though? Why am I lying in what I assume to be a hospital, sucking oxygen through tubes and clinging to the remainder of my life? I seem to have lost some of my memory, which isn’t a surprise seeing my condition, but I have to assess my physical condition before I start asking questions.
Pain shoots up my left arm as I begin to relax. It pulls me out of the few seconds of calm I was able to maintain, causing me to jerk the frail limb around with every new jolt of pain. I can feel it starting in my right shin too, but the pain there seems more intense in a single area, whereas my arm feels like it’s full of shards of glass.
I barely notice the nurse until I go limp by the prick of her needle. I hear a soothing slur of words play out from her lips, and even though the words themselves don’t really register - possibly due to ear damage - the sound of her voice alone manages to calm me down before whatever liquid the nurse shot up my arm takes affect.
I simply lie still, recollecting my thoughts. My left arm and right shin have both had severe amounts of damage inflicted upon them. I have to breathe through tubes in my nose. Both ears seem to be intact with internal damage. I have no memory of what happened, who I am, or what I even have to look forward to after I get out of this hellhole. Life is just so peachy right now.
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