The Fabric of our Souls

I wake up in a cold room.

My chest hurts. And I’m alone.

Tubes are attached to me. Before I can make much sense of it, I drift back into a listless sleep.

The next time I wake up, I’m in a warmer room. There aren’t as many tubes attached to me. There are other beds, but they’re empty.

They are all empty.

I know this is wrong. Part of my mind is telling me something is wrong.

Where am I?

I’m… looking for someone. More than one person.

My eyes close. I’m so tired.

I’m so very tired.