The air smelled like disinfectant and alcohol. Jason had awakened from the noise the machines were making. He was momentarily disoriented while staring at the white ceiling. Everything was a blur until he realized that he couldn’t move. Gracious! His body was strapped into the bed.
Help! Please, anybody. Help me!” he tried to scream, but then his voice just wouldn’t come. Instead, he sounded like whispering as his lips and throat were dry.
He tried thrashing on the bed to loosen up the straps, but even that just exhausted him more.
That was when the door creaked open. Sounds of footsteps coming in his direction followed.
“Help … Get me out of here. . . Cooper!” He was livid and was able to remove one of the straps. His heart was pounding, and his muscles were sore. Even his check was a
