A few hours later, I woke up strapped to a table in a white-walled room. A woman in a lab coat, green surgical mask and cap stared down at me with dark brown eyes from behind thick goggles. She held a silver scalpel in front of my face, gleaming in the bright lights arrayed around me.
The last thing I remembered was getting in the ambulance back at the theater and having two paramedic types take my vital signs. They must have slipped me something that knocked me out, then brought me here.
And strapped me down. So much for things going smoothly.
"He's awake." The woman nicked the tip of my nose with the scalpel. "Shall we begin?"
"Yeah," said a familiar voice from nearby. "Let's get it over with."
The woman's face lifted away, opening up my field of view. Raising my head, I saw
