He remembered the light, then the roaring. A silence followed, succeeded by screams.
People gathered around him, doing things, barking instructions. He tasted blood. The pain came suddenly, a blinding, screaming pain tearing him in half. He heard the screaming again.
“Morphine! Now!” someone shouted. And he knew the screaming was his own.
He opened his eyes and saw white. And light.
A man’s voice. “We’ve got this, Peter. Soon you’ll be dreaming.”
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