Where's Emma

I shot up, awoken from a nightmare that was already beginning to fade. The only part I could remember was Emma’s face. As I sat there trying to shake the vision of her face staring down on me, I shivered. Strange my bedroom was usually a lot warmer than this. My arse was freezing. I looked around. Where was I? I was lying on a metal gurney and the room was in a half light. There were metal benches and sinks surrounding the room and another metal gurney with a blanket covering something next t...