The white ceiling. The hateful white ceiling, it's the same as yesterday. It was like this last week, it was like this last month, it was like this on the day when As Nodt found himself chained to this hospital bed. Nothing changes, the static picture of a white cleaned ward surrounds As day after day and drives him into depression. The silence of these walls slowly engulfs the guy like a black hole. And his own hoarse sighs are the only sound that dilutes this silence.

However, some changes are still taking place here, but over time, As stopped paying attention to them. Sometimes the nurses change the flowers on his bedside table by banging a glass vase on a wooden surface. The sun is replaced by the moon outside the window, and people's voices can be heard from the street. And the cheekbones are... they're getting more and more sunken. The closer As is to death, the more he looks like a living mummy. But... he's still alive.

“Hm? Who's here?”

As spoke in a low, hoarse voice, his dry lips slowly moving. He was lost in his thoughts when he heard the door to his room open. The guy opened his eyes and saw only the ceiling in front of him again.

He doesn't have the strength to see who came to him. He's not really interested in it. He doesn't have any guests. He just thinks that needles will be inserted into him once again, there are no places left on his skin that are not affected by the catheter, but this is what keeps him alive, so he does not mind. He just wants to be ready for another tedious procedure. After all, he is afraid of dying more than anything in the world.

“A nurse? Have you come to put me on an IV, woman?”