ENZO POINT OF VIEW.

I opened my eyes to a room painted white and people looking over me, talking in low tones, their words incoherent to my hearing. I tried to turn my neck, to make out where I was, and it hurt, almost as if someone had tried to kill me by snapping my neck. I groaned, a loud ugly noise that came out of my mouth involuntarily.

"Steady, steady," someone said, coming close to me, their hand on my neck. 

I suddenly became aware of a pounding in my head, as if someone was ...