I don't remember if it was the pain searing its way through everything south of my breasts or the smell that rusty, bitter smell of death that woke me. The throbbing pulse of my back, the knife twisted in my abdomen. I could feel something on my legs, on the bed. What was it? Far away in the back of my mind a though occurred to me but it was just out of my grasp, I couldn't reach it.
I don't remember if my first reaction was to be confused or frightened. Everything had been fine when I'd gone to bed, I'd been the picture of health, the poster child of nutritional eating and exercise they could have built monuments representing my devotion to personal well-being. But then, what was this?
I remember my phone. My maroon phone that looked like a miniature brick and had every number I could ev