Past Life Depression

[Opening paragraphs from a short story I'm working on]

A loud bang woke Quinn from his drowsy state. He thought he should try to wake up completely but slipped back into his drowse. In the darkness, not quite completely out, he felt at peace. Voices reached him in the darkness, sounding as if they were coming through a layer of thick cotton.

The silence was shattered by sirens. The darkness banished by flashing red, yellow and white lights. And voices, too, but loud, the cotton was gone. Quinn again tried to wake up but couldn’t quite get there. A man’s voice said “It’s OK, pal. We’ve got you.”

Quinn hadn’t even been aware he was cold until someone put a warm blanket on him. The warmth helped him to go back to his dark drowse. He slept a sleep with no dreams.