The
next thing Cassie knew everything seemed to be very bright. She could hear the doctors and attendants surrounding her; she could feel her body, but she didn’t seem to have any control of it. After several failed attempts to move, speak, or even open her eyes, she receded and began to listen.
“Flipped over the top of the car..”
“..both legs broken.”
“No ID..”
“..to stop the internal bleeding.”
“Give her several rounds of..”
“..coma.”
“Broke several ribs on her right side..”
“..surgery”
“Intensive care..”
“..listed as Jane Doe.”
Cassie’s mind began to whirl and she felt herself begin to panic. If they didn’t know who she was then how would they contact Sam? How would she get help? How much will a hospital do for a Jane Doe?
She receded more, past the voices, and became aware of how frightfully cold she was.
How long would she be stuck here - a prisoner in her own body?