[ WP ] The protagonist is narrating his entire life ... out loud .

The air conditioning dances around my naked, dripping form and I shake. The hospital's fluorescent bulbs burn through the thin membranes that cover my unready eyes and I shake. I shake and buck against the hands that hold me even as the silence of the room is overtaken by a trio of gasps. 
 
 My neck buckles and sends waves of pain warnings to my brain as I feebly try to crane my head up to appraise my surroundings. Without a word spoken, I recognized my gracious host for the past 9 months; the sheer exhaustion in her brow shriveling up into some primal horror. By her side, the one whose Y chromosomes made me the man I am today seems set to bolt from the room if not for the white-knuckled clasp his mate has around his fingers. Even the masked man whose trembling digits are wrapped around me seems to be trying to put as much distance between himself and his own hands. It seems a very ungracious welcome, all things considered. 
 
 A voice booms in my still hardening aural cavities. It aches so that I feel... I feel as if I might... I might... No. I will not cry. There is company here, so I will not be the proverbial fussy baby. I will not cry. 
 
 Please, sir, would you mind repeating your question a bit softer? 
 
 Well, yes, of course I'm talking. I've been floating in darkness with nary a soul to whom I could divulge my innermost thoughts. If you were stuck in solitude for such a great stretch, I'd wager you would be a touch loquacious as well. 
 
 Oh dear, I think I understand! I am committing some sort of social faux pas right now, are n't I? After all, there are four of us here in the room and yet here I am, the only one yammering on about every little notion that percolates to the top of my admittedly large head. Well, I must seem as if I had been born in a barn, rather than this fairly sterile and I presume expensive delivery room. 
 
 I resolve to hold my tongue - metaphorically, of course, as my fingers are not yet up for such a feat of dexterity - until I am completely certain of the societal norms at play here. I will withhold my narrations presently, excepting to warn that I will likely excrete some bodily fluids shortly. And there they are.
