You wake up under a ceiling you don't know and the left side of your skull is stitched shut.

The surgeon says the operation was routine. The surgeon says you should not be awake yet.

The nurse's face is the first thing that reaches you, and it is wet, and red, and it turns when she speaks.

You close your eyes. You count to ten. You open them. She is still meat.

They call it a brain injury and give you a mirror and a discharge form.

The mirror is fine. It's you that's wrong.