It's just a faint whisper in my head, but it demands action. It speaks a language I do not understand, but I sense what it means. "GET UP," it demands. I try, but my wounds are too severe.
"YOUR PAIN IS TEMPORARY. IGNORE IT."
"CONCENTRATE. CLOSE THE WOUNDS."
"OPEN YOUR EYES. SLEEP IS DEATH."
"DO NOT BELIEVE IN YOUR FRAILTY."
I drag myself over to floorboards beneath my desk and pry them open. As soon as I see it, my mind blazes.