I know I can move, it just hurts to.
My eyes, everything is blurred, as though with tears.
My lips are dry, cracked. The blood is dried.
I know the room around me. The air is cold.
I can get my eyes open now. They hurt, inside.
Everything is...grey. Not a lot of light.
That smell. I know that smell.
There are my hands, my legs. All pale. Dirty.
Wait a minute. This place. That smell.
My God. Am I dead?
