In the bathroom he waited. His hand holding onto his arm tightly. His other pale hand injecting the thin green syringe into his vein. Suddenly, the aches stopped. His stomach turned in knots

He shuffled back to the bedroom in the silk red robe. The large room on the top of the Newyork Skyrise showing all of the city resting. It was early hours, evident by every dark windows across. When he sat down the figure next to him shifted "You should be asleep...'