I wake up in a hospital. I have no idea how I got here from the boat, but I really couldn't care less at the moment. My brain has gone all fuzzy, and I can't think straight. What happened?
Looking around, I can see that I'm in a British hospital. The ship must have turned back around. I'm in a room on my own, a small vase of flowers are on the surface in front of my bed, and at my side is a morphine machine which is pumping into me. Despite the morphine, the pain is almost unbearable, and I look down to my shoulder to see a large white bandage over the wound. Also beside me, I see a small post-it note and squint at what it says.
Your father needs to eat, won't be long
John
I roll back onto my back and close my eyes, the morphine beginning to kick in again. I fall asleep.