Woke up in a sweat. my hand had been cut, off, and was laying in a sticky mess of blood between my legs on the sheet.
Then I woke up. Shaking. shaken. I tried to wipe the sweat from my face, but my arm ended prematurely in thick bandages and I couldn't.
Then I woke up. jesus fuck! enough! my breathing slowed, my heart quieted. My stump itched.
I could no longer wake up. the panic moved slowly, but it came.
larger stump here.