My eyes roll into the back of my head.
I can’t stop it.
I am clinging to cognizance, but losing its scope quickly.
My internal voice screams…stay conscious!
I feel my knees buckle.
My head pounds.
Blood rushes to my skull.
Pain…everywhere is hurt.
My eyes begin to fade; I am losing the battle.
I dissolve into blackness.
Anchored into hallucinations.
When I wake…the world is white.
I am in a fog.
“What’s your name?”
“Spell what? Who am I?”
I struggle to exist.
Machines attached to my heart, my head, my arm.
“Ma’am do you know where you are?”
I answer…”I am at home.”
“No.”…I glance around.
“I am at the museum. I mean hospital.”
Soft hands touch my arm.
“Ma’am, you are concussed.”