Motzii

Dan woke up blearily, slowly parting his eyes. As they opened, an intense white light bore back at his face. Instinctively, Dan tried bringing up his arm to shield the light, but it wouldn’t move. He gave a more forceful tug and realized his wrists were strapped down to the edges of a stark white bed, much like a hospital’s. He flexed his fingers, wincing as he felt a sharp pain on his left hand. A fresh bruise extended across his knuckles, making it painful to bend. After further evaluation, he noticed his ankles were also restrained. What the hell was going on? As Dan’s eyes adjusted to the light, he looked around. Pale