Somehow, my frozen hands, still pained and filled with tubes, managed to lower the rough white sheet just enough to allow my eyes to peak through strands of loose hair. Terror struck what my mind could not process. The thudding in my ears grew to a pace my feet could not produce. A tensing chill surged my body, yet still my mind could not strike a command.
Through the darkness and the hall’s flickering blind-slipped streaks of light, I gazed upon what appeared to be a flashback; the same darkened figure that began the whirlwind of it all stood whistling at the end of the narrow hall.