Chapter 41: We Need to Talk

*Jack*

When I opened my eyes, obnoxiously bright lights filled my vision. I was in too much pain to think for even a second that I might be dead.

I was laying on something soft. I flexed my muscles as my eyes adjusted and I squinted up at the tiled ceiling as the scent of something antiseptic filled my nose. The smell was mixed with some powerful cleaners. A rhythmic beeping noise sounded from a machine ...