Ambulance.

Drugs baby.

The music pulsed quickly. Bodies swayed and slammed together as the rhythm carried it's way through the building. Blue lights lit the rooms and made the ambiance just right.

With one huge inhale the line was gone. A magic trick I've mastered. After one it was three and three lead to five. It felt good and I didn't want to stop. The man I've been hanging on all night came over with a drink and handed it to me. His hands gripped my ass and pulled me close to him. I felt his third leg rub against my thigh.

I downed the drink and wiped my mouth. The man smiled at me and grabbed my chin pulling me into a sloppy wet kiss filled with alcohol and drugs.

He pulled back and reached into his pocket pulling out a small bag with pills in it. They were all sorts of colors and shapes that I couldn't distinguish at the moment. He took one and popped it into his mouth. It sat on his tongue like a pearl in an Oyster.

I quickly kissed him and got the pill into my mouth swallowing it. The room was exploding with colors and everything was so vibrant. My body felt like it was pouring into the ocean in the Caribbean.

The man pushed his hand down my pants and grabbed me whole. He began to pump and move at a quick pace. I didn't last long from lack of control of any bodily function though his hand came out sticky and warm.

Then things started to fade out and become blurry. I felt my body hit the ground and go limp. The last thing I remember seeing was the man above me with a concerned face.

"--r. --ir. Sir. Sir c-n yo- he-r -e?"

The fuzzy sound rattled around my head. I didn't know what was going on but it felt like I got ran over five times over again and again.

I opened my eyes to the extent I could. All I saw was a blurry smudge holding an oxygen mask to my mouth.

"Sir, can you hear me?" He asked again.

I moved my hand to try to signal yes but I couldn't move much. He grabbed my hand with his free one and held it.

"Okay good. We are taking you to the hospital right now. You almost overdosed on a shit ton of drugs mixed with alcohol. The man who called us gave us your name. Can you confirm you name is Gerard Way? Squeeze my hand." He explained.

I squeezed with all my force but it wasn't much. My body was so weak but he got the gist.

"Okay that's good we will do more at the hospital. You'll be okay." He assured me.

He didn't let go of my hand for the whole ride. Once we got to what I assumed was the hospital, he kept his hand on mine.

I woke up in a room filled with a buzz of Florescent lights. The smell of sterilization filled my lungs.

My body felt heavy and weighed down. Every cell in my body burned when I moved.

A man in a white coat walked in who I assumed was the doctor.

"Well this is good to see. You're awake." He walked over to the board on the end of the bed and picked it up flipping the pages and checking everything.

"How do you feel Mr. Way?"

"Being sober sucks and my head hurts." I replied painfully bored.

"Well that's to be expected for your head and with being sober you took so many drugs and drank so much alcohol your body was on an adrenaline rush so high that your body couldn't keep up and since you've been off any type of addictive substance for about 48 hours, your body is protesting for something to give you the kick." He explained and placed the board back on it's hook.