You wake up gasping for breathe, the many times you have.. and the many more you will.

"Youre lucky it left you with a charge."

he stands up as he gives you a moment of eye contact, but he turns away. the defibrillator is put back in the kit where it hangs in the drugged up bathroom with missing tiles, broken mirrors, and pills embedded into the sinks.

"Get up the night is still young."

he leaves as the door swings back, a brief sight at a lighter and cigarette is all is left of him.