“I don’t know”

"How should I know" I answer. "Fair enough, your senses came back really quick" he says. I call an Uber to go to the hospital for the broken wrist. On the way to the hospital he tells me what's happened, apparently everyone was talking about me getting stabbed. I tell him him how long I was clinically dead before I was brought back. "Damn what did you see, when you were dead I mean" he asks. "I don't know what I saw, it was weird" I say. "Okay" he says doubtfully.