white fog. I can't move my head. I can't feel my limbs. There's a

ds float in the fog, spoken

works is my hearing. The sounds of the hospital are muted, distant. But then, tw

d a man I

smooth, professional. "He's stable but completely unresponsive. As per your

. The media is running with the story of a troubled veteran who committed treason.

They are burying me aliv

ministrator, speaks again. "My only concern is the

hospital running. Remind them of that. This man is a traitor to his country. He doesn't deserve their sympath

f my mind. The woman I was going to marry, the woman I l

oice now laced with deference. "I'll make sur

one with the beeping of the monitor and

I try to move a finger, to twitch an eyelid, anything

d most. Sabrina thinks she's protecting the son of a hero, a man who saved her father. But she's got the wrong man. S

hes. He was a hero. An

ean. But this time, I don't go willingly. I fight. I hold onto the an