I can’t remember everything, but what I do remember still comes back from time to time. I don’t have a choice of nightmares now. They’re always the same. I woke up in the ambulance, although I didn’t know it was an ambulance then. All I could see was a man’s face peering down at me. I was wearing an oxygen mask, I suppose. I know that I couldn’t speak. But I lifted my hand and saw the streaks of blood that were drying on it. I woke up again in the hospital. Or maybe I was already dreaming. I was being rushed along a corridor. I tried to speak again, but nothing came out. Then things got really weird. I was in an operating theatre. Lying there with doctors and nurses clustered round me. I couldn’t move or speak. The ECG machine was bleeping quietly away, and everything appeared to be serene. As I looked, I didn’t have a worry in the world. Then I heard a voice speak my name, and I looked round.
