I wake up in a place where everything smells like lemon. Lemon and another odor that strangely resembles metal and plastic. I feel a itch on my arm and start to scratch it, touching something cold and thin. I see a needle sticking out of my vein, dispensing an unrecognizable liquid into my body.
I panic and begin to yank it out, but stop when i hear a sound resembling a door opening and closing, the sweeping of it along the floor confirming my suspicions.
“I wouldn’t pull that out. It’ll hurt and the pain from your injuries will come back.” says a man in a coat. For the first time I notice my surroundings and realize that I’ve been acting like an abducted prisoner, what with the pulling out of my IV drip, instead of a hospital patient.

It all rushes back, the red hubcap, the red light, the glint of glass and my eyes well up.
“Is the…driver okay?’ I ask, terrified of the answer.
“Yes, he’s okay. Some cuts and briuses is all, but you…well you’re a different case.”
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