C11 Sanctuary

The shock of coming to consciousness is not one I can easily describe. I thrash about trying to feel if my whole body is still complete. It is. Was I having a nightmare? Am I dreaming now? The pain of my evisceration is still heavy in my mind, but as the seconds pass, the memory flees, as if it was only an imagined thing. My eyes spring open, and I search around, looking for something familiar