Beware the Dog : Roald Dahl [10 of 32]

• This is a hospital, he thought. I am in a hospital. But he could remember nothing. He lay back on his pillow,
• looking at the ceiling and wondering what had happened. He was gazing at the smooth greyness of the ceiling which was so clean and gray,
• and then suddenly he saw a fly walking upon it. The sight of this fly, the suddenness of seeing this small black speck on a sea of gray,
• brushed the surface of his brain, and quickly, in that second, he remembered everything. He remembered the Spitfire and he remembered
• the altimeter showing twenty-one thousand feet. He remembered the pushing back of the hood with both hands,
• and he remembered the bailing out. He remembered his leg. It seemed all right now. He looked down at the end of the bed,
• but he could not tell. He put one hand underneath the bedclothes and felt for his knees. He found one of them,
• but when he felt for the other, his hand touched something which was soft and covered in bandages.