No, you didn't!1!

I was in a lab and my mind was so clouded that all I could do was lift my torso a little, in pain, and look around me. All I knew was that I had to wake up and get the hell out of there. Something was really wrong. Chris was lying next to me on a metal coffin, “8” written on its side. Wires were coming out of him and into a computer nearby, maybe his life support. I felt the urge to cry and a great rush of pain again took over my body. Carl and Jeff were standing there, their backs turned at me. I want to shout at them to release me from my handcuffs thinking I could magically fix things up for me, my best friends and the love of my life. But they were interested in the screen in front of them. They turned and noticed I was awake and got really nervous, rushing to the cabinetes behind me. The last thing I saw was a needle going inside my right arm and I fainted again.