The Accident

My entire body hurts, aching deeply to the bones. My skin is itchy, irritatingly so, prickling painfully across every inch. There is dried blood on my lip and across my face, and there is blood matted in my hair mingling with the glass. I do not touch it.

I tell jokes as I lie there, immobile and hurting so badly I want to scream. They laugh awkwardly, not sure how to respond. I do not care.

They ask me questions, comments come at me rapidly and I cannot make sense of them. I do not remember anything.

I am hurt.