A Tale Not Yet Told (CYOA)

13

     You wake up to a horrible pain in your head as a few distorted voices shout around you, hands push on your chest in attempts to keep you still as you writhe under the pain. It feels as if someone has shoved an ice-pick through one temple and used it like a pestel to grind your brain in a skull - formed mortar. A short cry of pain escapes you as a sharp pain shoots through your chest. Someone places a damp rag over your nose and mouth and within a thought the pain begins to subside. You continue breathing in the odd scented air; a few moments later you lie still, the hands holding the rag and your chest remove themselves. Your sight is clouded and hearing unclear...

Remain still and wait for senses to return: chpt 15

Get up and observe surroundings: chpt 17