My head ached. I forced my eyes open, but the light stabbed them. I shut them again.
‘You’re all right now,’ a woman’s voice said.
‘What happened?’ My voice was thin and tired.
‘You’re in Billings Hospital. I want you to sleep now.’
When I woke up again, I was alone. The pan in my head was still there. My left arm was attached to the ceiling by a pulley remembered. My car. The brakes failing