Nick rubbed weakly at his eyes, which were nearly crusted shut.

He blinked about a dozen times re-visualizing his focus.

He watched vertical lines of light shift nearly imperceptibly across his lap as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.

The square mini sized window was open, letting in a gentle breeze, and the short length violet purple blinds swayed ever so slightly.

He extended his right arm and felt the thrust tug of a forgotten intravenous inside his right forearm.

Winced his eyes twitching with a crusty trickle.

Squeezed his right hand into a fist, slammed back down.

Didn't seat well with the coronation  blood drawn-out above the bottom elbow of his  arm it was settled in.

Neddle sit under his skin uselessly.

His movement zipped  up to  his radical artery.

Plop plop plop, his right arm blood laspe.

He reached again-more carefully with his right  arm this time-to the bedside of the wooden table, clumsily knocking down an dusty flower vase.

Had one bouquet variety Sympathy Gardenia flowers inside it.

Splattered beside the right hand side of Nick's hospital bed.

His designed Samsung blue phone was out of reach.

It took him four attempts to sit up and swing his right leg out of bed onto the frigid hospital floor.

Then the left leg.

He tried to stand, felt lightheaded.

Lightly rocked back an forth in motion.

Gently removing the needle injected into him.

Hyperventilate between breaths.

Regaining his self control.

Jerked it across the room, out of anxiety.

Didn't want to be anywhere near more then...