10, 9, 8, 7, 6.......

Deep breaths calm me as the strip lighting burns my skin.

Warm air is passed across my body but my feet are cold

And full of doubt.

Eyes look down at me, smiling through masks

Repeating questions - already knowing the answers.

The faint smell of fear shrouded by disinfectant and germs

Tickles at my throat threatening a cough.

A rush of senses sweeps across my chest

- then black.

I'm drunk, I'm confused.

Arms restrict my hands as they check for my face.

Wheels turn and the ceiling moves,

Strip light after light.

It is done. I exhale.

Tears follow relief, follows more questions

- then pain.