Mental Or Physical?

The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. Where am I? I asses my body first, there is a pain shooting down from my right hip into my lower calf. I look around at the empty hall unsure of what's going on. I hear a ruckus but the air is so still, I’m wondering if it's my PTSD making the ruckus. The sound is almost like water clashing into pots and pans but the question still remains. Where am I? I walk down the hall and that's when I say water splashing in like a flood. I go into the first room I see connected to the hall and sit on a desk, hoping no praying that the water doesn’t take me.
As I sit there the water comes in and my leg pain is getting worse, I’m super close to tears. The more I wait the more water comes into the house or building or whatever this place is. That's when I heard a warning bell and I woke up.
I woke up in pain as if my dream was still going but now I’m on my military base bed in pain. I was about to call Simon, the other lieutenant, but something was different, something was off.
Something was wrong. It felt like the deepest part where getting torn for me. Felt as if the ending was coming soon or the parts of life were gone. The truth was forsaken. I realized in that moment the truth was gone.
Nothing is the same, after the realization that the pain is my mental pain. After losing what I have, the pain, the sadness, nothing will be the same.