Serena, 1998.
Blurry lights. Beeping noises. Shouting people. Movement. Faces covered by surgical masks came in an out of focus. Blur. More scary masked faces. Stop. What's happening? I try to ask, but the words come out sounding like 'wwaaahmss appniring?' I attempt to sit up. Pain shoots through every nerve in my body, I cry out in pain. People push me back down onto whatever it is I am lying on. 'Somebody get the anaesthetic.' I hear. Anaesthetic? I'm 5. I don't know what that is. I hope it stops the pain. Suddenly the pain is gone and so am I. My head sinks slowly into black and I hope it stays there.
