You awake in an empty ward, lying in hospital bed adorned with that familiar blue sheet and white blankets. The pale walls of the ward are masked with the orange glow of the street lights outside, shining through the window. To your right an I.V drip funnelling those oh so needed nutrients into you and to top it all off that sting of disinfectant invading your nostrils but of course they use it to clean the dead skin off the linoleum floors

As if on that perfect poor timing the world seems to throw at you at every chance it gets, the doctor who has taken care of you too many times for you to admit walks in, her radiating and blinding kindness strong as ever

Mary: "aw hun, back again? Ah well you've made it to the ICU's hall of fame~" she joked, of course to your everlasting annoyance