The first thing I became aware of was the shifting breeze that touched my skin. There was a quiet bustling nearby that I couldn’t discern. My eyes slowly opened and I saw a white canvas above me. I was distinctly aware that this was not a new life; there was no headache. Instead I felt quite numb in many places and severely weak. My hands touched soft blankets and a mattress. I gingerly pushed myself up but the previously numb spot erupted in searing pain. I hissed out in pain as my hand went straight to a bandage that covered my side. Looking down, I saw my upper body was uncovered besides the bandages that wrapped around my pale body. There’s an angry black spot on my shoulder and a larger one on my side where the scythe cut through me. Smaller bandages were all over my arms.