Prolouge

Nick rubbed weakly at his eyes, which were nearly crusted shut.

He blinked about a dozen times visualizing his focus.

He watched vertical lines of light shift nearly imperceptibly across his lap as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.

The square mini sized window was open, letting in a gentle breeze, and the short length violet purple blinds swayed ever so slightly.

He extended his right arm and felt the slight  tug of a forgotten intravenous inside his right forearm.

Winced his eyes twitch with crusty trickle.

Squeezes his right hand into a fist.

Tightened the motion flow of    blood  drawn throughout the tube under  the bottom of his elbow.

Neddle sit under his skin right back functioning.

The moving around dull ache his arms,   the ramp up throbs a headache.

Stiffed all the way to the searing, blind agony faster than he could blink.

There were a steady flow drops of blood through the open tip of the barrel.

He reached again-more carefully with his right  arm this time-to the bedside of the wooden table, clumsily knocking down an dusty flower vase.

Had a bouquet Sympathy Gardenia flowers inside it.

Splattered beside the right hand side of Nick's hospital bed.

His blue Samsung was out of reach.

It took him four attempts to sit up and swing his right leg out of bed onto the frigid hospital floor.

Then the left leg.

He tried to stand, felt lightheaded.

Lightly rocked back an forth in motion.

Gently removing the needle injected into him.

Hyperventilating between breaths.

Regains his self control.

Jerked it across the room, out of anxiety.

Didn't want to be anywhere near more then hundred feet from that thing.

Used the front butt end of the bed railing, his right  upside from falling.

He was virtually reaching his end point.

Nick then gripped on the icy-cold steel bed railing to steady himself on his own two feet becoming steady.

His back felt tight, so he painfuly twisted from side to side to a symphony of loud pops and cracks. Instant relief.

Had shuffled past two huge inflated "Thank you For Being Our Top  Donors Nick Rollins," balloons spread acorss behind the wall flying out the front door.

To  retrieve his phone.

He cringed,   has  felt the  bandaged pale patch of his organ transplant  on the side  of his left hip.

The battery still had some juice to spare in good condition.

Problem was, it was locked.

Asking for some kind of password to unlock it.

He attempts to slowly insert the needed password requirement to login in the pin code he tries to remember at the top of his head.

Few seconds of this attempt, suddenly failed.

Instead, he received an urgent vibrating robot message typed in bold letters across the main frame  screen saying;

"Wrong password." Please try again.

Three more incorrect password attempts an this device will deactivate itself!

"You've been warned! "

Flashes itself back to the locked main screen.

Asking for the password once more.

Gahh!!" Nick screamed.

The pain shot up his chest like fire.

He losing control of the phone with   flick of his wrist it flew up in the air.

It erupt in his head with a blinding whiteness.

Made him dizzy.

It made him lurch.

The pain was like needles that had been dipped in alcohol have been jammed through his skin.

The obliterating factor worsening him immobilized each second that had gone by.

Collapsed to his knees quivering.

Coughed to extent his bones dying to jump out.

He was weak, and the hunger made it difficult to process anything right, but his desire for nutrition.

The room illuminated his whole body inside his room by the opening scenery sun setting outside.

Sun rayschis whole body in the corner right-side of his room, shinning to sparkle a dazzle.

Troubled himself the keep moving forward toward the dark isolated hallways outside his room.

Stumbled with a limping drag.

A generator powered a few flickering fluorescent lights throughout the hospital.

Generated back on indicating someone there.

Turned his attention towards the nurse's desk in over his head.

Grunts the halfway up.

Saw something that was sufficient to his needs, is better then nothing.

An coffee mug appears in Nick's presence.

Licks his crusty lips the best he could.

Glanced his hazelnut eyes deeper beyond the front desk.

Making sure nobody there for him to make his hasty move.

What came into view were an Happy Thrity-fourYear-Old Birthday-Elizabeth Horton-poster.

Balloons hovering on top of the nurse's desk for awhile it seems.

Creating a repeatedly annoying squeaky balloon sounds impetrating the be taken from there misery rotation cycle.

Crazy that it stay all in one place. Bunched up together for who knows how long.

Snatched the mug gulping down what's ever in there.

Metallic rush of warm  decayed  coffee liquid soothe his dry parched throat.

Coffee set to no  waste.

Sets the mug back down. Able to breathe naturally again.

Placed a hand over his heart.

Beating the pump beats farther away from it up stabbing his chest.

Half suppressed his laugh between syllabus, if were laughs fragments of words.

Paced up his   arms the  lift it up over his lip to feel some  softness tissue through out the way past the end path of his lip.

Busting open desk drawers wide open.

Scuffled remaining contents within the drawers.

Giving it a look-see. Throws it behind him.

Archives of medical procedures reports, identifications paperwork, cosmetic surgeries documents.

Bouncing around push into colliding with other materials,

erupt a metal racket.

Pulled his fingers together to get a nice grip on two  in-particular instruments.

Slams it smack  on the  front desk.

Prepared a string of thread sewing up his right arm.

The fluid caffeine hit him fast.

Vision upright.

Felt splendid.

He can think more straight on his own

Breathe happily, in an way he prospects too.

Finished the last few touches, winches every second a needle pricking in an out through his skin.

Pocketed in his back pockets lies a 9 loaded millimeter pistol.

Wiggles his right arm, feels no more blood leaking out.

Took deep breaths and  scanned the hallways.

Freely moved his arms up and down, watching out his surroundings.

Paced around the deserted building noticing that things aren't adding up.

Blurts out his overwhelming unanswered thoughts working his voice box.