The panic comes very quickly. My eyes are focusing better, and now I can see my bloodied legs, and then the braces around them. I can't feel my legs at all, nor can I move them. My mouth keeps opening. Nothing comes out. "Help me" my mind says to no one there. Suddenly I hear noises much louder than before, I feel the breeze of people racing around me. I can't make out what they are saying, but I can sense their distress. "I'm in big trouble here" my sobering mind says.
"I don't want to die". No one is communicating with me, I must be unconscious. But I need to know how bad it really is. Now my body feels like a piece of matter ready to decay, rot, and fade away. The weight of this fact overwhelms me, there is no way out.