Pain, everything is pain. You don’t understand why but you can only concentrate on your pain. Your life has been ruined by your back pain, your legs everything.

You did test, you’ve been hospitalized since you were 11. Nuclear medicine test, scans, MRI, you did almost everything but nobody found what you had.

Now at 20 years old, you can’t handle it anymore, you can’t get up from your bed without crying. It has to be finish, this isn’t a life. A pistol later…

You open your eyes slowly opens, a sterile room and so blank…

“Cameron, they woke up, go get Foreman and House if he deemed okay for him to come.” You hear a pair of foot walking away, a girl leaving your room. You look up slowly, a tube in your mouth, blocking you from talking. You felt the pain slowing creeping again. You failed.

A blondish man, Dr. Chase, you read on his badge start taking your vitals.

“Good morning {{user}}, how are you feeling?”