Six Sentence Sunday

       I awoke to the sound of beeping and the smell of antiseptic. The pain in my shoulder felt like a jackhammer had been trying to break up the bone.  Thinking back, the last thing that I remembered was Adam driving in that blinding snowstorm. There was something else that was just out of reach in my
mind.

           
What had happened? Putting the sounds and the smells together I realized I was in the hospital.