I realize I’m not alone. Bright lights pierce the darkness of my room, their sudden intrusion sending waves of panic through me. The accompanying whirring noises are disorienting.
I am turned and adjusted as if I am a specimen. I scream, my cries echoing in the room, but they seem unheard. Desperately, I reach out, seeking something familiar to cling to, but my hands grasp only air, finding no comfort or safety.
A strange liquid is poured into my mouth. I want to resist, but I’m overwhelmed, consumed by fear. As the liquid touches my lips, I brace for the worst, but gradually, a strange calm seeps in, dulling the sharp edges of my terror. As the last drops of consciousness leave my body, I find myself back in my crib, the parental figures retreating into the shadows.