Sometimes, you can't quite leave your message after the beep...
I wake up, smelling... burnt meat? Everything's swimmy and wild. Am I drugged? There's a swirling, kaleidoscope medic standing over me. He moves his lips, but I can't understand what he's saying. He writes on a card, holds it up: "Do you hear that beeping sound?" I try to shake my head, but it's strapped down. "No," I say. I can feel myself saying No, but I can't hear it. The medic writes more: "What do you remember?" "I was checking the gas can. Then, I saw a bright flash, and then... this." The medic writes again: "With a lighter?"
