Jet’s first sight when she awoke was a bald, lanky man who was well over six feet tall and dressed in a suit. He was talking with a nurse. Jet felt pain all over, like every nerve ending in her body was stimulated simultaneously.

Jet yelled in agony, then quickly passed out.

Some time later, Jet opened her eyes and saw a woman dressed in light blue scrubs. She tried to say hello, but it came out in a mumble.

Moving her arm was like swimming through a pool of Jell-O. When she tried to move her left arm, she noticed that she was rising, controlling the right arm, spilling over the side of the hospital bed. The nurse rushed over.

“Lie down, Dear,” the nurse said.

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Jet had no idea that she was trying to sit up. Her actions seemed utterly foreign to her. Simple movements took a lot more effort to produce than Jet thought was possible, and they happened out of sequence. It was as if someone had taken her motor functions and reprogrammed the movements in the wrong order.

“Now, now,” the nurse said. “Let's calm down.”

"I...am calm," Jet said in a shaky voice.

Jet didn't like the sound of her own voice. It didn’t sound like hers at all. All of her confidence had been poured out like a pitcher of water and replaced with something foul. She could smell it, and it sickened her. She closed her eyes again.

When Jet regained consciousness again, she was like a new person. Her left arm felt stiff and a little painful, but moved normally. Her right arm felt better, but she could not move it very far because it was restrained by some sort of harness. She turned her head from side to side. It moved normally, but if she stretched it too far to the left, a sharp pain was present. As she became aware of her surroundings, her mind wandered back to the site of the accident.

“‘Accident,’ my ass,” she said. “That was an assassination attempt!”