Sirens filled my ears with their screams of urgency. Through the wails and horns I could hear voices, harsh, barking voices. I could not discern the words they spoke through the chaos of sound around me. Slowly the sensation of cold began to flood over my body, cold and wet. I felt wet. A sharp pain from my shoulder jerked my body, my head rolled to the side, my ear being crushed against a cold hard surface. I felt the sterile touch of latex gloved hands roll my head back and lift it slowly from the wet ground. The warm smooth cushion of a brace hugged my neck tightly. Loud pops pounded out above the wail of the sirens through the thick cool air, hushing the voices temporarily, only to have them return with even more intensity. I strained in my mind to make out the words being yelled around me.
"Back brace" "Move him" "Helicopter" "Multiple G-S-W" "Oxygen"
I started to catch words as the voices yelled out over each other. More pain ripped through my body, tightening my muscles. I felt a sting in my arm, and more gloved hands on my body. Silence.
-------------------
The world was quiet as I opened my eyes. Shapes morphed about playing in the light and shadow that filled my vision. I heard voices once more, only these voices were the quiet hushed tones of the respectful. The pain was gone; actually as I realized the distinct lack of pain I began to realize the lack of any tactile feeling. I felt as though I were floating on air, nothing touching me.
Unable to focus my vision, only a dance of dark and light brought a questioning to my mind. I did not know where I was, I could not remember where I'd been. The only sound I could hear was the hushed voices of the shapes beyond what I assumed were my feet. I tried to breathe deeply, I remembered a cool night and gun shots. A fleeting thought rushed through my weakened mind. "Was I at my own funeral?"
I curled my brow forward and dropped my jaw only to have an incoherent moan escape my lips. The voices stopped, and the shapes darted toward me. I cringed in retreat. More hushed words, and a strange warm sensation slid up the inside of my left arm. The shapes faded to black as the voices dropped away.
-----------------------
The tender touch of familiar hands brushed the hair from my brow. I felt an overwhelming sensation of safety wash over me. I began to hear the quiet tendril of her voice singing a song. The calming tones of her voice soothed me as she softly sang "The Lucky One." In the background I could hear the low rumble of waves rolling onto a shore. Warm sea air mixed with a delicate lavender scent to fill my nostrils. I lay silent and still for a moment. I could feel a dull pain throb from my right shoulder; a similar sensation grew from the lower left side of my abdomen. Her gentle touch through my hair erased the pain and replaced it with pleasure.