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 bit of a tip of his upper lip. Squeezing his right hand into a fist. Groaned smack right back down laying on his roughing hospital bed. Didn't seat to well for his forehead dealing with trauma to the head.

It was sitting under his skin uselessly.

Caused of his movement moving it up to his radical artery, the drip long emptied.

Plop plop plop, down his right arm blood it goes.

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

Had one variety bouquet Sympathy Gardenia flowers inside it.

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

His designed Samsung blue phone was just 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, so relaxed more then usual.

Body lightly rocked back an forth in motion.

Gently removed the needle left injected into him.

Hyperventilating softly between cut off breaths regaining to stay calm and very still with sharp low weighted tools.


Jerked...