Bonesaw- Death Sleep Cure

“Easy does it, easy.”

The woman who knelt beside me wore a winter jacket, and was middle aged.  I was in an unfamiliar room- one I’d chosen.  It was the most intact room in the building that we’d made our headquarters in.

My cell phone- I’d placed it over top of my chest, just to be sure the signal would reach.  It slid from my chest and onto the bed as I tried to sit up.

“You’ve been in a kind of stasis for more than twelve hours,” the woman said.  “Your heart rate was slowed, your breathing adjusted-”

“I know,” I said.  The act of speaking made my chest kind of hurt.  I felt like I’d been coughing a lot, or had a pressure on my chest that had been relieved, but that I hadn’t fully adjusted to.  “I kind of defined the loose idea.”

“Oh,” she said.  “You’re going to be groggy and dehydrated.  Drink.”
...

“They recommend resting for twenty minutes before standing.  Adjust, let your heart rate creep up to normal.  Your legs will be shaky, and I can’t guarantee I can lift you back onto the bed if you fall.”

I eased myself to a standing position, relying on flight to get myself upright again.

“How many are awake?” I asked.

“A handful.  We’re going in the same general order that was established before.  The first people to accept the treatment will be the first to awaken.”
...

Twenty-two capes were awake.

He looked over the list, judged the numbers, and was satisfied that his instincts were right.

Virtually everyone was slated to be woken up.  There were a few question marks, all the way at the bottom.  Two possible K.I.A.s, three other questionable circumstances.  Someone who had gone to a place the relief teams couldn’t reach, another who had powers that interfered, and a third that hadn’t left a means of tracing them.

- Ward, Last 20.11, Last 20.a