Are You Real?

Caleb

I groan as I realize that everything attached to me and in me hurts. I try to piece the last parts of what I remember from the mission together while simultaneously trying to open my eyes. The effort is strong, but my eyelids are not responding.

There is a heavy weight on me, and I curse as my eyes open, but my vision is blurry. "Why can't I move my arms?" Damn, my throat hurts.

"Because you