Good Sir, That is my face

I was lying next to him, I don't think I was strapped down. He was screaming, they'd ripped off his face. I couldn't see them - just their scalpels and scissors. When I awoke I could still hear his voice and see him him beside me screaming and writhing in his restraints, even with my eyes open.

[Altered for my lack of ability with male anatomy in perspective]