I see a face now. Several faces actually. They're looking over me. Working on me, I see a mound of blood filled gauze on a tray next to them. I can smell the mixture of sterilization and blood. "Sir? Sir?" Do you know what happened to you? Do you know your name?" The doctor who seems to be in charge questions me. I begin to think to reply but I don't know what happened to me. I don't even know my name.
