Demon
Beeping is all I hear. It’s annoying and makes my head scream. Pain is all I can concentrate on right now. It’s all consuming. My head feels like it’s going to explode. Why can’t I open my eyes?
I feel someone touching me. Is someone washing me down? What the f*ck is going on.
“Look, he’s scowling,” a woman says.
Who is that?
“Demon, can you hear me? Can you squeeze my hand?” a man says.
I did not recognize his voice.
“Demon, this is Dr. Blomsted, can you squeeze my hand?”
I can’t even feel my hand. Wait, yes I can. Am I squeezing the hand?
“Maybe that scowl is just a response to whatever pain he is in. It doesn’t seem like he is waking up. I’ll up his pain medication.”
Yes, please up the pain medication. I can hardly think.
A warm sensation envelops my body a
