Chapter 3

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The piercing sound of the machines dragged me back from the abyss.

I struggled to open my eyes, and the cold, glaring white light sent a sharp, needle-like pain shooting through my eyes.

"Officer Young, you're awake," the doctor said.

He stood by my bed, looking at me with a serious, worried expression.

He said, "I'm sorry, but due to severe burns from tear gas exposure, your left cornea is badly damaged. Your vision is permanently impaired.

"And your lungs, which had already been punctured before, have taken another serious blow. With your current physical condition, it's…