Boston—time unspecified
Lying helpless on the bed, Johnny tried to focus.
Blue and red, blue and red—what did any of it mean?
Legs? Where are my legs?
There.
Arms?
Present.
Johnny’s heart floated above his head. He could see it pumping, pumping, and pumping. It started to move slowly around the room.
This is what it felt like to be alive: surrounded by pain and a world gone alien.