Sunny looks down from the tall hospital building, his mind was dead-set on dying today. His arm had beads of blood trickling down his arm from where he yanked his I.V. out, his hospital gown whipped and swayed from the strong winds, Basil had probably already told the truth- They were going to leave him, let him move, blame him. This was a mercy, a mercy for everyone. His bare arms gripped the rail beside where a piece had broken off- Like this moment was the gods wishes, to let him die pre-maturely.