I was woken up by the deafening clunking sounds of the MRI machine. Though I felt cold and completely disoriented, it was strangely comforting to be lying there, entombed in a smooth plastic shaft with mysterious buttons and codes. Someone is taking care of me.
I had no idea how long I’d been unconscious. The last thing I remembered was soaring down the turns of the Wiggle on my bike. My head ached and my whole right side of my face throbbed. When I moved my head to touch it, a woman’s voice boomed from above, “PLEASE DON’T MOVE.”
Obeying, I closed my eyes. As I felt something drip down my cheek into my ear, I slowly realized I’d been in an accident.