Green Lake 2

I have a pounding headache, open my eyes, see one of them foreign nurses. Maybe Arabic, makes sense, all the Canadian ones went Stateside for more money. She speaks in a strange language, yet I somehow understand.
"How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Two."
"Now?"
"Three."
"Good, now what is your name?"
"I'm Jimmy Kane."
She laughs, "wrong but close. Pretty good for someone who has been clinically dead for 23 minutes. It's Jamila Khan, Captain Jamila Khan. Now sleep."
As I drift off, I ponder, Captain of what? Since when was I promoted from nuisance little kid to captain of anything?

I awake in desperation - gotta find the can now. As I switch on the light, see the mirror I freak. Yeah, gotta wait, deal with it later. I'm mystified how to proceed, then it hits me, gotta sit, relax whatever muscles before I burst. It works.
The crisis over, I examine the mirror. She'd be say 30, 32, not fat, solid. A competent tough sort of look. Hair as short as a woman can, practical anyhow. Not white, sort of Arabic. I don't like her, but can think of lots worse back in Green Lake.
So what happened? My guess, Jimmy is no more. After going through the windshield, no blood left in the body. And this Jamila, would be departed of fever or such.
I feel a wild insane desire to slice myself open. Nothing in the bathroom to use, the urge fades. Now, the tiredness hits me, just saunter back to bed. Any luck, die in my sleep, not hafta face all this nonsense tomorrow.
The nurse shows, "how do you feel Jamila?"
In a voice I know belongs to this strange person and not me, "lousy."
"Care to be a little more specific?"
"Head hurts, throat feels like the Gobi desert, stomach upset, gonna have the runs soon."
"I'll get you some water."