you feel nothing but the pain in your head, chest, and now that you think about it everywhere. Everything is blurry, and doubled, but you can make out a sink from above you. After a while you manage to deduce that you are on the bathroom floor. Then you hear two people talking from outside your room “You gotta check on them” “No way I’m doin that man” “Fine, you ain’t gonna do it, then I will” suddenly the door opens with full force to a 6’1 man standing over you. He has a beanie on his head, and is nearly just a skeleton with a single layer of bones and a poorly shaven beard “Hey you, you’re finally awake. Ok so, I know I might be talking to a dead person right now, but your eyes are open. How hard’d the meth kick in?”