Survivor's Guilt part 2
I wake to the sound of sirens. I see faces in masks, and people in white. I smell fire and death. But I'm only awake for a few moments before I slip into unconsciousness again. I think I'm dead.
I wake up feeling dizzy. I yawn and stretch my arms. But in fact, I can't do either. I can't move a single part of my body. I try opening my mouth and speaking, but only gibberish comes out. I start to panic. What happened to me? Where am I? Why can't I move? Confused, I finally manage to look at my surroundings. First, I see my arms in casts and heavy cloth. On my right is a machine... a machine!? I jerk my head to the front of the room. I see a small tv, some trays, and hospital beds. I look at my own bed.
My pulse races and I can hear it on the machine next to me. My breathing becomes harsh and rapid. A nurse rushes in and observes the situation. She grabs some kind of needle. No, its a syringe. Before I have time to even react, she plunges it into the IV I'm hooked up to