Opening my hazy eyes a little tremor ran through me, as I looked around the bright white room before I slightly recoiled at the intensity of the room brightness.
"Where...?" Was all I could summon for thought in my head, and what resonated out of my dried sore throat which felt like it had been lined with sandpaper. Moving my head around I saw my body, but something was amiss.
I was covered in red liquids, blood!
But weird I wasn't panicking just astonished, as I soon found out why as the memories flooded into my head, explaining why I wasn't freaking out or probably making a scene.
Ambushed at the front entrance of a bank, stabbed/beaten by a gang multiple times before being shot at the legs so many times. I had broken so many bones that it was easier to count the bones, that weren't broken in my body.
Fortunately, my neck and my skull were a bit away from snapping and popping like a pop can.
