My hands weren’t my hands. That’s the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes. Or I think I noticed it. Were they my hands? Were they not? I couldn’t remember, holy shit, I couldn’t remember. Breathe. Assess. What was around me? White walls. Bright lights. Some sort of medical equipment monitoring… me? I looked down over my body to see if anything was connected to any of my limbs. No, nothing. I was naked, lying on a...