We Are Your Memory
Light. Blinding light. Jim blinked. Lots of blinks. Ceiling. White. Walls. Also white. He lifted his head - his neck was stiff. Small room, just the one bed. White. And three people. In black. Two men, one woman. Sitting quietly, staring at him.
Jim tried out his voice; it too was stiff and felt as if he hadn't used it for a long time. "Uh..."
"You had an accident." The woman, sounding concerned.
"A bad accident." Right hand man.
"A real doozy!" Other man, impressed.
Accident. Jim didn't remember any accident. But he did feel beat up and he was clearly in hospital. A real doozy of an accident and he couldn't even remember it; didn't seem fair.
His neck was aching from holding his head at an angle so he dropped it back on the pillow. Tried pushing himself up the bed so he could prop pillow and head against the wall. Aches all over but limbs did seem to function, reluctantly. Better; now he could see without strain. So. "Where..."
"Hospital." Right man. Got to g