Chapter 33

I'm trapped inside a hazy, fragmented reality, drifting in and out of consciousness. My senses are overwhelmed by the discordant symphony of sirens wailing, voices shouting, and the distant thud of my own heartbeat.

The world around me blurs and distorts, like a fever dream. Shapes and colors meld together in chaotic patterns, and I struggle to make sense of what's happening. There's an intense burning sensation in my chest, each breath a laborious effort. I taste blood, metallic and acrid, as it trickles down my lip.

A touch on my shoulder sends a jolt of awareness through my foggy mind. I can vaguely discern the silhouette of a paramedic. His voice is a distant echo as he and his team speak urgently, trying to keep me tethered to this precarious reality.

Someone moves me, and my body protests with a dull, throbbing pain that pulses in rhythm with my erratic heartbeat. The world outside is a whirlwind of flashing lights, blinding and disorienting.

Through half-closed eyes, I catch glimpses of the remnants of my car, twisted metal and shattered glass. My vision blurs further, and my eyelids feel like lead, pulling me back into the murky abyss of unconsciousness.

But I fight to stay present, to cling to the fragments of the world around me. I hear snippets of conversation, snippets of hope. The paramedic's voice reassures me that help is on the way, that they won't let me slip away.

The hum of sirens draws closer, growing louder and more urgent. I'm cocooned in blankets and straps. The world outside is a swirl of motion as they load me into the ambulance.

Not again…

Please… Not again…