I flinched as electricity jolted me. "I'm awake, stop that!" I muttered, rubbing my eyes. My limbs felt heavy - who knew how long I had been confined to this bed? Simply pushing myself into a sitting position was an ordeal that required the full extent of my physical strength. 

I looked away from the people gathered around me, unable to meet their eyes. My attempt at dying had failed, and I already knew how one of them felt about it - the others likely had similar opinions. I was selfish, evil, or whatever else. I didn't want to hear it! Even though my attempt had failed, I had done what I felt was necessary. They shouldn't blame me for that!

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked, still staring at the blankets over my legs. My body ached, as if from residual suffering inflicted by the demon. Could I be certain that it wasn't possessing me somehow, even now?