I am awake, but I don’t feel anything, was all I could think at the time. My lips wouldn’t move no matter how much I wanted them to; my mouth made no sound whatsoever. The only thing I could hear was my panicking heartbeat and the rapid inhales and exhales from my nose. I rolled my eyes down as far as I could to see what was happening.
There was a flashing light beaming in my eyes, slowly traveling down until it faded out. Behind it was a silver surgical tool—a scalpel.
I couldn’t move.
But the surgeon could.