Lying here in this uncomfortable hospital bed the pain slowly closes in. I await the doctor to save me from this hell. The feeling on a hand slowly crushing my heart can go away this a simple needle filled with that magical medicine. A nurse walks in my her eyes fill with panic my stay unfocused. She repeats my name over and over again and tells me i'm going to be OK I just need to go somewhere with her, I'm not in a mind to argue partly because she seems so familiar but I don't know why, she lifts me on to her shoulder and walks me down the hall eventually I'm loaded into a car. As we drive the happiness bleeds from the world, my pain meditation is wearing off, the once blue sky turns a dull gray the building that where nice and upper class now just have faint memories of anything but slums. I look over to my "nurse" its and old friend with concern on her face her knuckles white as we drive closer to the destination. We pass a sign that says addiction center, what no I need a doctor with medicine to make my pain go away but I have no will left to fight. I can hear her talking to the man at the front "i found him in a gutter please help him ill pay whatever i must" i glance down to my arms and see many little holes surrounded by dead flesh. As two large man open my door i mutter some Resistance but they repeat reassurance as I'm pulled into this building.
