DEVLIN

The smell hits before I even open my eyes. Acidic. Pungent.

Hospital.

I gasp to wake.

The blinding white lights rain down on me with a force to be reckoned with. Unforgiving. I try to sit up but every inch of me feels attached to something. Pins. Wires. Whatever.

I am attached to a bunch of stuff like fucking livestock. It’s hellish that my body doesn’t listen to me. Not in the slightest. Nothing responds to will.

There’s no one else, just blank white walls that stare, ...