The first thing you thought when you woke up was: "…this is a joke." The second thing: "…it's not a joke." The smell of disinfectant filled the air. Too real. Too familiar. You slowly sit up on the stretcher, looking at your hands with a suspicious calm. Medical gown. Gloves. Stable pulse. "Great…" you murmur. I'm alive. Pause. You blink. —…in t...Read more