The room is dark. The air smells of medicine, sterile and slightly antiseptic. I can hear the sounds of my own breath in the silence; it echoes like an off-key symphony through this empty space. There are no windows, not even a light switch or anything to break up the darkness. I only know that there's someone next to me because their breathing has become labored, matching mine in intensity with each exhale

Someone speaks then, whispering my name but before they can say another word it is abruptly cut off by what sounds like a hammer slamming into something hard and solid - flesh? bone?