Vito
The first thing I realized upon waking up was the feeling of pain. It was dull, but it seemed to spread around every inch of my body. I had just pushed my eyes open when I gasped.
I was in a hospital room, and there were machines. Lots of them.
How did I get here?
But the thought had barely settled in my mind when the memories came rushing in through the pain.
My body shook, and still it wasn't enough as I glanced at my left arm, like I was stuck in a dream I was desperately trying to escape from. But I couldn't, not when the evidence was staring right back at me.
At my shoulder, where my arm should have been, was a huge bandage.
No arm.
"What the…" I gasped, right before I began to scream. I could still feel my arm, but why the hell couldn't I see it?
I jerked up, and the machines began to rapidly beep, but I didn't care. I tore the wires off my body as fast as I could, even as anger surged through every pore in my body.
